Her mum thought Megan was depressed, because, according to the wisdom of being a parent, it was the only reason for never leaving the house, spending more time than necessary in bed, and listening to the same songs over and over. Late at night when she could not chase these looping thoughts from her mind, she listened to her mum and dad talk about her through the thin wall separating their rooms. It was as if he did not want to be in the same room as her more than necessary.Īlthough she tried hard, she could not stop the thoughts running through her mind. Her dad smiled when he saw her, but mostly, avoided her. Her mum pretended everything was okay even though it was far from okay. An orange and brown carpet covered their back garden.
Megan sat in the chair facing the window with her legs pulled up to her chest, looking out at the large oak trees dropping their leaves. It was early autumn in her sixteenth year.
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