*Note* Don't get mad at me for this Chapter. it is very sad, and pretty short, but, I had to stick it in there. something I needed to do. Anyways, have fun reading! (And as always. review!)

Oh and. if you beg. I might make a sequel. 'cause this is the ending.

Chapter 17
Alone

I stood, frozen in shock, in front of my house. How was it possible that my mom, and my dad, were in the same house for so long? How was it possible that they could even stay within a mile of each other, for so long? What was going on?

I took my steps towards the house slowly. The state of shock I was in was unexplainable. Maybe it was my imagination running through me. Maybe someone else had dad's same car. Maybe, this past month has all been one big nightmare. Hopefully, this past month has been a nightmare.

It felt like I had suddenly appeared at the door. The amount of time I wanted to slow down, had suddenly sped up. I slid my key into the lock, and turned it. I entered the house, and closed the door behind me.

I dropped my stuff into a corner, and walked around. The sound of my footsteps echoed off the walls. Silence had taken over the house, and I was breaking it.

The knob to my mom's room felt icy-cold when I grasped it. I turned it, and expected the worst, but I was wrong. There had been no need to expect, as there was no one in the room.

"What?!" I thought aloud. "Where the hell could they be? TOGETHER?!"

I plopped myself down on my mom's bed, and thought to myself.

My dad's car is on the driveway, and so is my mom's. Yet, they aren't even in the house. How the hell could that happen?

Not to mention, my love life seems to be falling apart too. Evan is leaving me. Leaving to China! A half a world away. how could his parents make him do that? How am I going to survive? How am I supposed to get through anything anymore? Who am I supposed to turn to?

It hit me. There was no one. Not one stable person. Not one person left, that would understand all of my problems. I was along in my own insane world.

I got up from my mom's bed, and ran into my room. My whole body collapsed into my bed, and I started crying. Tears streaked down my cheeks onto my pillow. Tears escaped me, and I could not stop them.

Through my tears, I watched my arm pull a drawer open, and take out a bottle of Tylenol. Ideas swarmed into my head. They sweet smell of death called to me. Being alone was too much. Having a dysfunctional family was too much. Everything was just too much for me to handle, and death could put a stop to it all.

One pill after another went down my throat.