Let’s, no scratch that, Noah’s text comes in when I’m preparing for class. I change the name on my second phone from Let to Noah to avoid any confusion. Someone knocks on my door. I know it’s Mum. She doesn’t want me to be late on my first day of school but I don’t give enough fucks about anything right now to be worried about lateness.
“I’m coming,” I scream at the door. Plopping on the bed, I open the message from Noah.
Noah Sometimes I don’t blame her for not believing me. I used to lie a lot, do stuff to hurt myself, then blame it on her. I just wanted us to go back home. So I guess when I told her, she assumed it was one of those lies. But it wasn’t. I wanted her to believe me. I really wanted my mother then.
Me sorry