Broken

Chapter 20

Emily's Pov

"Okay, Emily. I'm going to ask you a few questions you know how it works, just nod your head for yes and shake your head for no" The lady that was my new therapist said.

I know I should be talking right now, but for the second time in a year, it's my decision not to speak.

I've been in the hospital for almost two weeks now, and I haven't spoken a word.

I'm still traumatized by what happened at the party, and I've been crying myself to sleep every night.

My mom brought my phone for me last week, and I've been getting a bunch of emails and texts from kids from my school, and none of them are good.

I've received thing like:

Why don't you finish the job? Nobody wants you, so kill yourself.

The worst one was on from Jessica saying

'You're pathetic, no wonder your father left you.'

That one really got to me. She's the only one I've ever told about that, and it broke me, even more, when she said that.

"Emily, are you listening?" I heard and snapped out of my train of thought.

The lady just sighs as she looks at me. "Okay, I'm going to ask you the questions that you haven't answered this past week, okay?" She asked, and I just nodded my head.

"So, you were at a party with your friend Luke right?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Did anything happen at that party?" She asked, and I hesitantly nodded.

She quickly scribbled something down on her notepad and looked back at me.

"Do you know how you got all those cuts the doctors saw when they took you in?" She asked, and I nodded, remembering when I tried running away from Mike, and he would push me into stuff.

The cuts were caused when a lamp that fell from the bedside table, and I fell with my back crashing down on them.

"Okay, my last question is, did what happens at the party cause you to have suicidal thoughts?" She asked while looking straight into my eyes.

I sighed and shook my head, and she scribbles it down.

"Okay, your mom is outside. Your clothes are on the chair in the corner. Get dressed, and you can leave," she said and got up from the chair she was sitting on and left me alone in the room.

I slowly got up from the bed and walked over to the clothes on the chair and got dressed and put my hair in a messy bun

I sighed and opened the door, and made my way to the waiting room. When I eventually got there, I saw my therapist talking to my mom.

When my mom's eyes landed on me, she left the lady there and came up to me and embraced me in a hug, but I didn't return it.

"Oh honey, I'm so glad you able to go home," she said into my hair, and I could hear her sniffle. I wanted to cry so much but I couldn't. It was like my emotions just shut down.

This past week when my mom and Luke's mom came to visit me I just stared at them blankly.

My heart ached at the thought of what I was doing to my mom but that's the only way to keep me from breaking down.

"Come on, sweetheart," my mom said and grabbed my hand then started walking with me right behind her.

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I looked at the house in front of me. The house I lived in my entire life. The life that the guy I was starting to fall for lived in. The house that held all the memories I had. And mostly the house that I want to leave behind.

Yes, I want to leave this godforsaken place in my past life. I want to move somewhere and start a new chapter. But unfortunately, that would never happen.

This is my mom's home town. She lived here ever since she was born, and she swore that she would die here as well.

I sighed as I got out of the car. My mom was already at the door, so I slowly made my way over to the front door and entered after my mom.

I looked around feeling like its been ages since I've last been here.

"Sweetheart, are you hungry?" My mom's voice rang through my ears as she pocked her head out of the kitchen.

I shook my head and started my way up the stairs and into my room. When I closed the door behind me, I walked over to my bed and just laid down while staring up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, I could feel my eyes getting heavier, and everything went black.