AMELIA.
“Mum, it's fine. You can leave, I'm not a kid anymore.” I told my mum for the upteenth time.
She's always like this anytime she's leaving the house, especially when dad is not around.
“I worry, you've been kind of withdrawn lately and I don't know what's wrong.” She said, touching my cheeks and my heart starts beating fast.
Does she know about the choking sound I make each night? Does she know about the nightmares I have? That would bother her more, or did she know about Dylan?
“Mum, I'm fine. It's just school stress really, I promise.” I told her and she looks at me for a while.
“You do know that you can tell me anything right?” She asked me and I nodded.
“Of course mum, I know. You'll be late for the show, come on.” I told her and hugged her.
“You're my priority, I
