Would You Still Be There?

I was not up for school on time; nor did I get ready fast enough. Elizabeth was yelling at me to hurry up, but I couldn't go fast enough. She had to grab me by the arm because I was already late, and she made it so I wasn't able to put on makeup or grab my books or a jacket, so I was gonna be screwed. She shoved me at her car, and I got in angrily, throwing my hair up into a messy bun because my hair was all over the place. She drove me to school quickly, and I got there just as the bell signaled for first period to start. I trudged to first period with my arms crossed as I shivered and wiped away frustrated tears. Elizabeth just had to yell at me the whole ride to school about making her late for work. Which I knew was completely my fault, but she didn't have to be so harsh.

I entered my first period class, tears still falling, and I trudged to my desk at the back of the class, and I sat down and put my head in my arms. I stayed like that the whole period, ignoring the calls of my teacher for me to stay back and talk to her. Instead, I trudged to English, still very upset when my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I ignored it until I entered my English class, and I sat down next to Austin who looked at me curiously. I pulled out my phone and opened the text message from Anthony.

"Are you okay, baby?" Austin asked, and my heart dropped after I read the text. I dropped my phone and sat there, motionless until I burst out into a fresh set of tears. That text was definitely something worth crying about. Austin rushed around his desk and pulled me into his arms, shushing me and begging me to tell him what was wrong until he went silent. I looked up and saw him reading the text from my brother, and all color drained from his face. He set my phone down on my desk and looked at me. He just pulled me into his arms as I continued to cry, not caring that people were watching. All I cared about was the fact that I was with Austin right now. My phone buzzed once again, and Austin picked it up, reading the text.

"He's coming to pick you up. Will you be okay?" Austin asked.

"T-tell him not t-to," I stuttered as I sniffed a couple times, and he nodded and quickly typed it out, sending the text to Anthony.

"I don't wanna go back, Austin. Please don't make me!" I wailed, and he looked at me, confusion written over his features.

"Therapy," I whispered. He nodded and hugged me once more.

"I won't, baby. I won't. I promise," he said. I silently thanked him. I didn't need therapy for another death in the family. I hated it there. Sure, it had helped, but I still hated it. But the death this time was my mother; and I wasn't sure if I could cope.

Notes

I know it's short. But it's short, sweet, and to the point. See you next time! :)