Home Closed

Dear Mom and Dad,
                              I've changed my mind. I don't want to be here anymore.
I know you said to ignore Richie. I tried, I really did. It's no use, he stills pokes fun at me, he still makes remarks about what I am...I can't do it anymore. I want to go home, I hate being alone. I have Dorian and Max, I know that, but I'm still hurting. I haven't told them yet, I don't want to, I'm afraid to. They are the only friends I have, and I'm starting to feel so sick...What's wrong with me?

Another crumbled letter thrown to the floor. A loud exhale of frustration and fear was the only sound in the cold room before another parchment was taken to be wrote upon.

Dear Mom and Dad,
I want to go home. Can I visit? I know the holidays aren't even close yet...

Crumble, toss, more frustration.
Why couldn't she do it?

Dear Mom and Dad,
What was it like for you? Mom, how did you handle Richie's dad? How did you survive it? Why can't I?

Crumble, toss, scream.
She had enough.