I was discharged from the hospital today. I rode the car in silence as both of my parents kept glancing at me from time to time trying to strike up a conversation with me but I was not in the mood.
I turned to stare out of the window ignoring my little brother who was pestering me at the back seat of the car. As soon as the car pulled over at the Miller's house.
I scrambled out of the car and ran upstairs to my room. I locked the door and slid down on the floor. I wanted to cry but no tears were coming out, it seems like I've shed all the tears that could last me for a lifetime.
I heard a knock on the door but I ignored it and moved to lie down on the bed using the duvet to cover my body.
" Nina, open the door. I need to drop your bag in your room " My mom screamed on the other side of the door. I knew she was lying, she is not dropping any bags in my room but rather she wants us to talk but I'm not in the mood.
I could hear my dad's footsteps coming up the st