My world sank into darkness one more time.
What hurt me most was that during all this, Calliope never came to visit my mom.
Even though she was the daughter, my parents cared for her like their own.
In the deepest pain, I cut my wrist.
I thought maybe this way, I could end my painful and lost life.
But fate didn’t give me that escape.
I didn’t die as I expected. I slept for a long stretch, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my dad’s worried face.
Though I was only unconscious for one day, he looked like he had grown ten years older in one night.
I understood then that I needed to grow up.
After that day, I erased all contacts with Calliope and Arden.
Calliope got into Hanford University, and even though Arden’s grades were lower, he still went to a college in Palmer.
She really reached the place she wished for, only with another person beside her.
Because my mom’s treatment costs too much, I didn’t want my home to carry more weight.
So I chose not to repeat senior year. Instead, I picked up the paintbrush I was skilled with.
Life was rough in the beginning, but later, it slowly got better.
While clearing my drawings today, I noticed that five years had gone by.
Just then, I got a call.