Shelby pov:
Tw//p1lls, panic attack(?),
I and my mom sat on the couch.
"so Shelby" she took a sip of her orange juice. "You got any uh..relationships with anyone?" She asked.
I looked down to the floor. I could feel the piercing looks of my grandmother and my mother.
I opened my mouth to speak but soon closed it when I realized I didn't wanna.
"Okay, you don't have to answer." She smiled at me and put her hand on my shoulder. "How's school? I know you starting...uh.."
"11th grade." I said for her.
"oh yeah 11th grade! How's that?"
"uh, it's.. it's really good.." I glared down at the floor. 11th grade was anything but good.
Oli probably hates me.
I fell in love with a terrible girl.
I'm probably failing every test and quiz I do.
"Good good." She stared at me. I didn't know what to say to my mother who has been out of my life for like..almost 17 years...
"You got any friends?" She asked
I looked directly at her and thought.
I took a deep breath and then replied. "Uh there's this boy named Oliver..-"
She gasped. "Oh my god Shelby are y'all datin'??" She asked. I immediately got disgusted.
"no! What-no of course not." I mentally gagged.
A couple of people have mistaken me and Oli to be dating. It's so...ugh...
"Yeah" she chuckled. "sureeee"
"No seriously! I don't like him or anything we're seriously not..dating.."
"mhm"
I rolled my eyes. She started talking, and my thoughts took my brain over.
if I have a mom I have a dad... Right..?'
"hey uh-m-mom?" I cut her off. It's still a shock for me to actually be calling anyone mom...
She looked at me. "Yeah, shrub?"
No one called me that in forever...
"If I-if I have a mom..-which is you of course!- i-i must have..."
"A father?" She took the words out of my mouth.
I nodded.
"oh uh, shelbs..." She looked down. "How do I tell you this-uh-your father..."
"what about him?"
"He...not exactly the best person..." She said.
"Oh." I knew what she meant.
"yeah but-yknow-i-i'll try and find you a -"
"no, it's alright! It's not your fault" I cut her off.
The room filled with silence. I could tell my mom was very talkative, but this was the first time she was completely quiet.
"so..um.." I mumbled. "How are you?"
"good how are you?" She replied smiling. I haven't realized how much I've inherited my smile from my mom.
Just that same warm smile I guess.
"Good!" I clung on tight to my long sleeves. If my mom saw what I did to my wrists...god..she wouldn't even care if they've healed...
"That's good. How's your grandma?"
I didn't know the answer to that question actually
"uh-shes-good"
She continued smiling at me.
It made me uncomfortable. I took a deep breath in and out.
"Excuse me. Can I uh-go to the bathroom?" I asked.
"yeah! I'll talk with your gram!" She replied
I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. My breathing got faster and faster.
My head was pounding.
I got more dizzier. As my point of view started to get more and more fuzzy , making it hard to remember things I opened the cabinet and got the head relief pills.
I quickly took them without water.
Actually..
I took 5 without water all at once.
I don't know how I did that.
I thought that wasn't humanly possible?
I guess it is?
Cause I just did it.
My heartbeat fastened and pounded more and more the second.
I began to fall to the floor.
I tried to hold on to something for support but I couldnt.
Then it all went blank.
boom.
648 WORDS! SOKSKWKW LMFAOO UH CLIFFHANGER I GUESS??? RIP SHELBY OFC. I SPEEDRAN THE END OF THIS AT 3AM SO ITS CURRENTLY 3:30AM LMFAOOOO.
