I wasn't expelled

or suspended

but I do have detention

for a week.

I think they let me off

because they know about my sister.

I also have to go

to the counselor every week

to talk about how I'm feeling

and about my sister.

that doesn't mean I will

because all they want to do

is fix me

the broken child

from a broken family

and all broken things

need to be fixed,

right?

but I'm not just some broken thing.

I am a person

with feelings

and a heart

I am living,

breathing,

even though I am dying

and I refuse to be

some thing

that they can just fix.

they don't care.

no one really does

at least

the only person who I thought

truly cared

is lying in a coma

and I put her there.

* * *

when I got back to the apartment

I was greeted by Daiha's dog,

Macey.

my parents remembered her

before they left for the cellar

and I think

that it's the most grateful

I've been to them

since we moved.

because if Daiha woke up

to find Macey gone,

I don't know if she'd ever

forgive my parents.

I don't know if she'll even forgive me

but even if she doesn't

as long as she wakes up

and survives this

I'll be able to live with myself

at least

I hope so.