Chapter 1 (Unpleasant discoveries)
I woke up to the same thing everyday for a month a house full of noise, shouting, and laughter from my parents. It is summer vacation after all and since its closer to the new school year. My family has been trying their best to enjoy it before its time to go back to the endless amount of school work and early mornings. Me on the other hand has just sat in my room the whole break and will only come out if i'm forced to.
Which is only when there is a vacation that I must attend for some type of “experience” as my mom would say. The only thing that’s keeping me sane this whole summer is my phone and my childhood best friend Zander who iv'e know since pre-k. He is honestly the most understanding person I know right now. With me just getting over my depression and learning how to finally cope with my anxiety it’s been a lot easier to talk to him without it being weird or forced.
Ding. . .Ding I heard my phone going off next to me on my night stand I picked up my phone to see what the notifications were about. The notification was from one of my apps telling me that I was seven days clean. The notification wasn’t anything exciting if anything it was more like an unpleasant reminder.
“Citrine come down stairs please!” I heard my mother shout from downstairs.
I sluggishly made my way out of bed and headed downstairs. I remembered my counseling session was today and honestly I wasn’t really looking forward to it. Every time I went to the sessions instead of helping me the woman who would be assigned to me would do nothing but judge me. Which reminded me a lot of how people at school would treat me so it didn’t really improve anything to my well-being.
I walked into the kitchen to find my mom and dad sitting at the dining table looking a little stressed. I felt like something was off with the two of them since they are usually in a good mood.
“Are you okay?” I questioned them both.
I made my way to the table and sat down in front of mom and dad giving them both a dumbfounded look. I was getting concerned after a few moments went by without a word.
“We have to tell you something” My father spoke in a doubtful tone.
“What is it?” I questioned eagerly.
I saw how my mother looked like she was going to explode but in a different way, a way that seemed unfamiliar and unlike her. I tried looking my mother in the eye to see if I could find the emotion that she was foreshadowing. As soon as our eyes fell in line with each other she dropped her head in her hands and started sobbing uncontrollably which worried me since iv'e never seen her like this before.
“Mom whats wrong?” I asked sympathetically.
“Nothing dear I just need a moment” My mother replied.
As soon as my mother finished her sentence she walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs. My dad sat face to face with me while holding his head in his hands as if he felt guilty. I felt drained from all of this and just wanted to excuse myself from the table.
“Citrine I cheated on your mother...” My father said bluntly.
