Mom came to pick me from the hospital and I'm just leaning on the chair trying so hard not to think but I can't stop thinking. The doctor said I could go home since I was doing better but he gave me strict conditions not to move a lot because my legs haven't fully healed.
I was given crutches to help me walk but I think I'm fine without them, it's not like I'm planning to move a lot.
"We are home!" My mom says with a shrill which really irritates me.
I don't know why she is so excited, there's nothing to be happy about with life.
"Aren't you happy to be home?"
"I am mom, I'm just tired."
And exhausted and I hate my life. I don't tell her that part though.
When she found out Trevor was lying about the accident and of course I told her he called me a murderer she was pissed, but more
