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Please vote -Kayla I slowly walked inside even more scared than I was at the police station. My dad looked at me with such disappointment in his eyes. You're late coming home from the police station Dad, it wasn't my fault Yeah, it was probably Michael's fault, huh Tarell started laughing and I gave him a death stare. This is because of a boy? What did I tell you about dating? He began to yell. I could hear my younger siblings coming down the stairs but my told them to go back upstairs. He guided me to the couch. Tarell and Shanice decided to go upstairs too, but they would probably be listening through the vent. Sweetie, I know what's going on What? I've been gone so much lately, and with mom gone too, you feel alone and rebellious. So you been doing inappropriate things to get over the pain. I looked at him with confusion. You don't have to deny it. Tarell said you been coming home late, having a boy over, and getting arrested. All of this bad behavior is because you don't have a positive grown up role model in your life right now, isn't it? I didn't know what he was talking about. This had nothing to do with him. He's been gone lots of time before. Sure, I guess I'm going to be spending a lot more time with you kids now Dad, you don't have to stay with us. You have to work He turned away and I could tell something was wrong. What's wrong, dad? Nothing baby. I just... It's fine Are you sure? Yeah, I'm happy I'll be spending more time with my kids He turned away again and I could tell he was hiding something. But I had to find out the truth. Dad, did you get fired? No sweetie, I quit my job What? Why? I had a decision to make. Either you kids or my job I just sat there still shocked. How could he just do this? I got up and walked upstairs. He called me back a few times, but I didn't answer. I walked in my room and closed my door. How could he just quit like that? I know he loved his job. He's been working there for 9 years. He wouldn't just leave without a fight. He was forced to leave. Unless... It was my fault!! He heard the news about me and tried coming home but he couldn't or he would be fired. This is all my fault. I laid down on my bed thinking to myself, it was really quiet for 5pm. I turned on my TV and laid back down, it was on the news. Today at small high school in Los Angeles called Oakridge High. Two teens by the names of Cierra Williams and Michael Jackson were arrested today at 11am for assaulting and threatening to kill a fellow student by the name of Rayan "Ray Ray" Lopez. I quickly turned up the volume, then I saw a mugshot of MJ and I from today. This is really happening. I'm on the news, but not for something good. I thought Ray said he was going to tell the officers the truth. They didn't mention that part of the story on the news. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed MJ's number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. He never makes me wait this long before answering. I tried once again. On the second ring he finally picked up. Me: Hey MJ, I been calling Mrs. Jackson: Don't call my son's phone again She was serious at the police station? Who cares. MJ is my friend and she can't stop me from calling him. So I dialed the number again but it didn't ring. It went straight to a recording. This is a recording. Please hang up and try your call again. There was a long beep before it started again. I hung up the call and threw my phone at the wall, the glass cracked but I didn't care. I turned my TV and light off. I closed my curtains and laid down on my bed. I don't normally cry this hard but this time I couldn't stop crying. My eyes were puffy and blurry, and my head was hurting like crazy. I walked in my bathroom and got my headache pill bottle and shook it, but it was empty. I threw it at my mirror then I grabbed my razor out of my cabinet and slammed it shut. I couldn't see what I was doing , my eyes were so blurry. How did my life get this bad? At the beginning of the week everything was going well. Now it's Friday and my life went downhill. Thinking about all of this madness made my head hurt even more. I snatched the razor off of the handle and slid the razor out. I sat down on the toilet and looked down at my wrist. I know it doesn't help, but right now it feels like the only solution. I held the razor in my trembling hand as tears fell onto my wrist, it was only inches away. I felt it touch my wrist. Then.... I dropped it. It fell to the floor. I just couldn't do it. It's not worth it. Nothings worth it anymore. TBC
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