Sigh.

Depression is a b***h.

I soak the cotton ball in peroxide, and gently cleanse my cut. I dab it dry with a hand towel, then cover it with a band aid. This process is almost second nature, as I’ve been doing it for years. Well, ever since my father died. When my cut is clean, I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, but I don’t see myself. I don’t see the Emily that I used to be, and I haven’t seen her for quite some time. I turn the light out in my bathroom, and leave with less emotional hurt, yet tears are welling in my eyes.

My father died over five years ago, and my mom hasn’t fully recovered. I’m not sure that she ever will. For the first few months afterwards, she withdrew from the world. Almost six months later, my grandmother had to force her out of the house. I stayed with my grandmother often, as my mom wouldn’t cook or even speak to me. Everyone told me that I couldn’t blame myself for my father’s death, but my mother made it seem like I should hate myself for it. I mean.. she did.

Author's Note

Should I keep going?

Reviews

[Ella]

Should you keep going? Um. YES! This is actually so good and could become a VERY good story if you keep running with it. I am very interested to see what happens next if you do keep going with it.
Just a suggestion here but it might also be nice to see why she was forced to this extreme. Like if you wanted to you could go a step back, I have no ideas as to what it could be, maybe a fight or something like that but still :3
Anyways it is very good.

[Trevor]

I'm definitely going to go back to tell how the father died, I'm just not sure how I want to do that yet :c Thank you!

[Ella]

Haha, well you can do a flash back idea, a dream/nightmare, someone rude asking or something like that.
You're welcome. If you need help feel free to message me and I can try to help as much as I can.

[Trevor]

Sure thing! Message me anytime, also. :) Thank you!

[Ella]

Alright, I might take you up on that :)
Welcome! :) Keep writing.... please! :D