What if my mom dies? The thought of it sends shivers down my spine, I wouldn't be able to bear the pain, o wouldn't be able to recover from it. I know I said a lot of things to my mom, but that doesn't mean I want anything bad to happen to her.
I kept on looking out of my window to see if I can see any trace of my mom's car or dads or anyone with my mom in it. My hands started to shake, my anxiety grew, the idea of loosing my was making me go crazy.
"I need to talk to someone before I go mad" I blurted out with tears rolling down my cheek. I reached out for my phone and I called Victoria, I need her right here with me. I need her to tell me it was okay. Victoria picked up the call immediately.
"Victoria I am so sorry, please can you come over to my house right now, Don't ask me any question,I need you here right now" I say as the tears grew even more. I cut the call, I didn't want to hear her answer, I want her to really come here right now.
