As I reached the door of my home, my hands trembeled as I opened it. The house was dead quiet, like it had been for a long while. Mom was always in the hospital with her cancer, and dad, well he was never here. I tried my best not to cry, I had cried way too much in the hospital already.
"She has 3 weeks."
3 weeks. In 3 weeks she won't be here anymore. Just the thought itself makes me want to cry all over again. "I love you, Lisa. Don't you ever forget that."She had said.
Why is my life so fucked up? When I look at my arms, the only thing I see is scars. I don't have any friends, my best friend Maddy moved away 2 months ago. I had just started going to a new school in Philadelphia, when I made a friend and of course, she had to leave. Everyone hated and shaded me for my scars and the only thing I wanted to do was die. My dad left me and mom when I was 5. I got diagnosed with anxiety, beacause I get panic attacks whenever I go into a huge crowd or I can't find a way out.
Did I even have any hope? Of course not.