Harry styles imagines

Estrangement 2

*This is a continuation of the emotional trauma that Kaitlin is suffering from yn and Harry. Note that mentions and depictions of mental and emotional neglect are displayed here.*

I waited impatiently for that diploma to be mailed. When is that paper coming? It's been 2 weeks? I pondered to myself. I picked my dry lips, peeling off the important layers that brace me against a bloody sore lip from peeling off to much of the lip skin.

I heard the sound of a heavy vehicle pull up not too far from the house. I raced downstairs in hopes that the awaited piece of paper I desperately wanted to cherish would be here. I opened the front door where I was handed a large letter and package from the mail man. "Enjoy you're day miss." He said with friendly smile. "Thank you."

I went back inside and darted to my bedroom to see if this was it. It ended up being more than what I bargained for. My diploma and cap and gown came at the same time! I leaped out of my skin when I carefully opened the letter carrying my future job security ticket. I read it proudly, making sure not to miss a single word of my attainment. I excitedly took the black cap and gown that I sprung for eagerly and carefully pulled over my lavender shirt and blue stoned washed jeans. I gazed at myself in the mirror feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. I stood boldly in the mirror as my triumphant smile glistened through the empty pieces.

I knew only one person would want to see such an accomplish, so I called in Kira to my bedroom. She trailed in unsuspecting until she saw me in my graduate uniform. "Katie!" She gleamed before hugging my thigh. I picked her up and held her on my side as I took a picture of the two of us. The only two people who mattered in this very moment. I set my little sister down and continued with my boasting pride. I would be handed another degree, that would be framed and only attainable at the ceremony that I was desperate to attend. I pictured myself walking on stage after being handed my trophy in a brown framed picture case that was protecting the piece of paper inside. My lips stung as they formed a memorable smile. My eyes blinked back the tears forming in the corner of them as not to wet my gown with any salty waterfalls.

I constantly checked the school homepage to see the due date of my ceremony that was soon to come. This Friday. That was the day of one of the most important and meaningful events of my life. I had to be there. It was set.

"The ceremony starts at 5," I said beyond everyone's bedroom doors as I was already packing away my dress and cap and gown for tonight. Kira bounced up and down with excitement, as Kameron was coming out of his bedroom. "Five?" He questioned rubbing his eyes from his choice of dim lighting bedroom. I nodded firmly. "Yep, be ready." 

Mom and Dad stumbled out of their bedrooms looking emotionless as expected. On Kim's high school graduation, you should've seen them: cheering, clapping, whistling with their fingers to grasp her attention as she was handed her diploma. I admit I was deeply proud of my older sister as well, but it still stung that they were nothing like that for mine. As a matter of fact, one of the most painful memories I'll have is hearing Kylie's voice asking dad where he was going, only to swiftly turn from the stage for me to see him getting up and not coming back until another student was accepting his diploma.

Mom just stayed on her phone the whole time, partially confused as to what was going on around her. But I tired hard to shake that thought off. After all I was doing this for Kira to watch, otherwise I would be going to the ceremony myself. 

The time came when I was already dressed in my cap and gown and everyone shuffled themselves into the car. Dad was deliberately holding us up until Kylie who was coming out late as well, ushered him out. He begrudgingly settled himself into the car as if it was a waste of time, pulling time out of his busy schedule to do something that he hated to do so much. I shook my head at the two passengers sitting up front, one in the driver's seat and the other in the passengers. "Thanks Kylie." I whispered discreetly to which she replied with a smile and a wink.