Do You Care?

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.

-Friedrich Nietzsche-

"Was the death part really necessary?" my father asked, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.

I tried to compose myself, taken aback by the question. You can't really blame me, he has been silent throughout the entire journey, constantly shaking his head in disapproval. I assumed that he was going to leave me alone with my thoughts until we got home.

"It needed depth," I replied as I cleared my throat.

"Depth?"

"It is the mark of a great actor,"

"You made the poor girl cry," he sighed.

"I must be pretty good then," I said with a bow of my head, pleased with myself.

"But you're not chronically ill...," he remarked, "And in no circumstances are you 'on your deathbed',"

"You may be right," I gasped mockingly, "but I am dying of boredom,"

"That's it,"

And out of nowhere, my father decided to stop the car by the side of the road, like this is some kind of Korean drama or something.

"Dude!" I exclaimed, "People don't really do that in real life unless it's an actual emergency!"

"Talk to me," he turned towards me, his face full of concern, "Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"For starters," I began, "We're not in some kind of melodramatic, new age, whatever-you-call-it movie slash TV show slash book. So there's no point in having a heart-to-heart with me. I know what I'm doing,"

I crossed my arms, subtly trying to indicate that this was the end of the conversation.I'm sorry, dad, I thought,the truth is just too much for you to handle.

"Kristen!" he barked, causing me to jump in my seat, "Your behaviour has been pretty idiotic lately, and not to mention reckless!What the hell were you thinking? And what exactly are you doing? Because frankly, I can't seem to understand any of it. For God's sake Kristen, stop being such an emotional roller coaster and tell me!"

My eyes began to burn with tears at the sound of his words, tears that I have been trying to hold back since... since...

"I can walk back from here," I whispered as I fumbled with the door handle, "It's not that far,"

"Kristen," he pleaded, "Come on,"

"I- I need some fresh air," I quickly stepped out of the car, my tears threatening to fall at any second. I headed towards the woods, praying that he would drive away and leave me alone.

The winter air was cold and unforgiving, making me shiver despite the many layers of clothing. I tightened my coat around me, hoping that it would make me warm.

I heard the distant roar of an engine as I got deeper into the woods;

"I knew it," I breathed, the tears finally falling down my face, "He doesn't really care... no one does...,"

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[RivuletofSorrow]

Aw that really played on my emotions.