Close Your Eyes

1. home sweet home.

"hi. I'm Mabel Hernandez. 18 years old. I promise with my heart on god that I will never touch drugs or do anything which will create trouble for my loved ones from the moment I leave this institution" I just have a mom and a younger sister. why do I care?

so I was released at last from the Riverside rehab center at last for my excellent recovery from substance abuse and well I do not remember abusing any drug because the last one i took ; fentanyl ,had knocked me into a coma. well. it was a good way to forget the trauma my ex had caused .

I gathered up my belongings ; just a diary , a phone and 5$ and headed home. as I stepped out of the rehab center ,I got a blast of cool air on my face and I smiled. it felt so good to be back to normal.

I reached home and I grabbed my keys which were under the doormat and finally I was home. mom wouldn't be too glad to see me 'apparently' returning early from college. well and I've applied sick leave for over six months. the college authorities understood my trauma and let me off. and since i'm not the sharing kind of person, my mom doesn't know anything.

mom had a new job at a bank and so I didn't find her home . I turned on my phone and the moment I saw my messages and I couldn't breath .I left mom a message just to let her know and I went straight to my room and plopped on the bed.

"ily so much! cant wait to see you at the parade! and bring Derek too!!"-m (dec 10th 2019)

I closed my eyes .Mackenzie. my only friend. wish I could travel back in time and well. murdered Derek in her place.

no I know what y'all are thinking. I killed Mac. I'm not a psychopath. hell no. Derek did.

and who is this Derek? well. my ex.

and why and how did I make this lad my boyfriend. well that is a story.

but anyway I was too miserable and then I rolled to sleep.

damn.I should find a new hobby.

as I was just closing my eyes. A notification popped up. I grabbed my phone and stared at it.

unknown number: miss you xoxo -23:30

who is this???? I mean like who misses me now??? I decided to text back anyway

me: um who is this?-23:35

after 10 minutes.

unknown number : Attachment(one image) -23:45

The moment I saw that picture i started screaming. I threw my phone away and I huddled up in my blanket. I did not want to see her face again. bloody and contorted. no.

Pretty sure that son of a b***h, Derek Welsh , did it. and if he intended to traumatize me ,yes well done.

so broken I brought myself to drift away.

I heard mom knocking at my door. I did want to get up and go to her, but not like this.

but I'm glad to be back. home sweet home.