I was coming home from a sleep over from my friends house, happy as can be. We were approaching my house. It was silent between me and my mom. I could tell something was wrong. She looked at me with a face that read, I schouldnt be doing this. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and the words escaped behind the bars of her mouth. They said Your father is might not be living with us anymore.
My heart skiped a beat. And my body grew numb. I couldnt breath i didnt know what to say or think or do. I felt needles in the back of my throat and thought to myself. Might? Thats not possible just tell me if he is or isn't. Obviously i knew the answer. But i didnt want to. All i did was stare out the window of the car holding back my tears that wanted to burst out. Finally we pulled into our drive way. I couldnt feel my legs or hear my own thoughts as i ran up to my room. I didnt want anyone to see me nor did i want anyones comfort. I whipped out my journal with tears flying out of my eyes. My hand scrribled all over the page with my thoughts that i didnt know i was thinking. I couldnt see cause of the blurryness that my tears were causing my. But i could still write. Silently crying because i didnt want anyone to here my pain. I was embarresed. After righting and painting my emotions out i couldnt tell were i was, who i was, or who my parents were. It was a whole new life. I slithered to my bed and crawled deep into the covers and cried until i was crying dry tears. Everything i had known was different. My life was about to change.
