"If you mess up anymore you should just move out!" She yells at me in the car on a rainy April day. I stare out the window and watch the world go by in a blur. She keeps yelling at me; telling me how much I hurt her everyday. I contemplate cutting for the first time in nearly 6 weeks. "Just leave." She says as she unlocks the door for me.
I get out of the car and go to the back to get my cello out. I take a deep breath and go inside, she's close behind me. I stare off into the distance for a second; to compose myself, blink the tears out of my eyes. I wish it could be summer already.
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General FictionI don't really know what to put in the description, partly because I don't know where this story is going. Enjoy ©2018 Quacking4life
