One month later

It's been a month since my suicide attempt and two weeks since I've been discharged from the hospital. Sadly I've been stuck at my brother's house for those two weeks because it seems as if my father and his husband are too busy to keep a constant eye on me so they shipped me off here where my brother's wife is a stay at home mom. This means I get her as my twenty-four-hour babysitter.

 "I'm sixteen years old I don't need a stinking babysitter!" Atticus is just too much of a worrywart to understand that fact it seems. Then again I did try to take my life so I guess his worries are well placed, yet he's beginning to suffocate me. He hasn't even let me go back to school or seen my friends since my little episode. It's starting to drive me up the wall; I just want to scream at the top of my lungs, as well as break anything and everything I can get my hands on. Isolating me from everything and everyone isn't going to help my mental state it's only going to make it worse. It's also going to send my anxiety shooting through the roof.

4 hours later

Right now I'm supposed to be taking a nap but I can hear the conversation that my sister in law and Atticus are having at the moment because she has to always put the phone on speaker and I do not like what they have to say.

“Honey, when will you be home? I need to go to the store to get some groceries."

“I’ll be home in about an hour Briar will be fine until I get home. Also if it's not too much can you please pick up her medications if you happen to stop at Walmart because I just got a call to notify me that they’ve been filled."

"Okay Atticus I'll stop and get her meds as well, but you know it'll be a fight"

"You’re damn right! It'll be a fight because I'm not taking those god forsaken pills Atticus and Molly! You know how much I hate having pills crammed down my throat and don't you dare try to hide them in my food again my dear big brother because you know what happened the last time you tried that and you know what? I'm done staying over here being isolated from the world. I'm going to go stay at a friend’s house and you aren't going to stop me!" I spat out at the both of them. 

I was just so tired of being treated like a porcelain doll every second of every day. I just want to be able to sleep in my own bed by this point instead of in a stupid guest room, as well as being able to go back to school and just hang out with my friends.” Sometimes I just feel so alone.”