Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
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35. Questions Without Answers

I stared at my frozen still father for what seemed like a lifetime, before someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped a little, and turned to see a police officer in front of me, as well as a ton of students surrounding the scene. Tears brimmed in my eyes, as I sadly looked up at the officer.

 "Can I ask you a few questions.....Amelia?" He asked, unsure of if he got my name correct.

 I nodded my head slowly, standing up to my feet. My navy blue toms now had holes in the tips where the toes are. My head had a small cut on it, which was oozing blood. My wrist felt a sharp pain go through it, and It was stuck in one position.

 "Can you tell me how long your father has been hurting you like this?" He asked, a hint of sorrow filling his voice.

 "Since I was Thirteen, so about five or so years.." I whispered, trying to choke back my tears that are threatening to spill out.

 "You do know that when this first happened that you should have contacted police immediately." He sternly told me, writing notes down on a pad of paper.

 "I guess I was scared..he told me that if he ever got arrested because of me, that he would kill me...that actually doesn't sound so bad now." I mutter to him, fiddling my fingers together nervously.

 "What do you mean? Have you been having suicidal thoughts?" He questions me, clicking the end of his pen.

 I stand there, unable to answer his question. I can't just come out and say that I have attempted it, he will think I'm some crazy lunatic who needs to be put in some institution! I'm not crazy, I am just unhappy! Can't some people tell the difference?

 "Hello? Can you please answer my question?" He waves his hand in front of my face, knocking me out of my trance.

 My hands get sweaty, as I fail at holding my tears in. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I want to tell him, I do, but I am scared. I don't want people treating me differently. I don't want people knowing me as 'The suicidal girl' because that isn't me. I am not like this at all. The real me is trapped inside of me, waiting to come out. I just wish I could find her sooner.

 "Ma'am, you are going to need to answer my question." He says, getting impatient with me now.

 "I..I..." I stutter, then break into a fountain of tears.

 This probably answered his question, as he started jotting down notes. I looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact from everyone. He looked at me in the eyes, and just kept asking me questions. Questions, that I had no answer to.

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