Part of my story

Skylar stood in the living room with mariana by her side “don’t tell me your gay” she eyed her mother “please just listen for once and I want you not to be upset” mariana looked at her and she nodded. She pulled out the baggy with some of the coke left in it and placed it on the table “MARIANA how dare you!” she smiled and skylar sat down “mom…….” She looked to her “no” she nodded “I cant even begin how to explain this” she looked to her father “BUT YOU WILL explain this” she nodded “im disgusted” she looked at her “Mom please” she looked at her father “dad” he was looking at the ground as her brother walked in “BRETT GO TO YOUR ROOM!” he saw the baggy and walked up stairs. “mariana” she sighed “don’t blame her” she looked at her “I would like you to leave please this is a family matter” she nodded “I understand’ she sighed and walked to the front door and outside. “Ill be calling your mother” she looked at skylar as the front door shut. “I CANT BELIEVE YOU!” mariana grabbed her bag off the porch and ran.

“SKYLAR!” she looked at her dad “please don’t yell at me” he lauyghed “you don’t think  im not ashamed of myself” he looked away “EVERY MORNING!” her mother looked up “I look in the mirror and wonder when ill be able to stop……….i swear to myself EVERYDAY that it will be the last time I wont do it anymore!” she laughed tears streaming down her face “I HATE MYSELF…………….I HATE! MYSELF!”she looked over at her mother “you think I dont find my own self disgusting as you said!” she smiled “I do mom……………..every time I look in the mirror and every time I use it………I think how would my mother feel if she knew I was doing this………..how would my brother feel how would my dad feel…………HOW WOULD I FEEL IF I COULD SEE MYSELF DOING THIS!” her father reached out to touch her “DON’T!” she laughed “you know how many times ive tried to stop and it failed?” she laughed “27 times over the last TWO YEARS!” her mother gasped crying. “I cant stop……………..you know how many attempts ive made………….suicide” her mother started crying more. “I CANT STOP!” she laughed crying more “I……CANT STOP!” she screamed more “im a drug addict” she laughed “and I NEEEEED help!” she fell onto the couch and covered her face. “I need help…………” she cried more.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up seeing her brother sitting beside her crying and putting his arms around her. Her mother turned to her “you wont be getting any of my help……..i don’t know who you are anymore” she walked from the room and her father just sat down in the chair across from them. Finally he looked up “maybe um” he sighed “I cant do this you should…….go stay with grandma for a while” she laughed “thanks dad” she got up and walked up the stairs and slammed her door.