Alexander

Its been almost a month since I've been in this mental hospital. I bet everyone at school had forgotten about me by now. They probably don't think I'm coming back.

But the nurse said I might be able to return home in a week or so. I hadn't seen my family for a while, and I was glad to be getting out of that hellhole shortly.

I'm pretty home sick. Thinking about it just makes me seem depressed. The nurses have been checking up on me a lot more since then.

Yesterday, I did get a letter from my mom. It read:

Dear Alex,

We miss you! I can't wait to have you back at home where you belong. But you should know, it was for the best. We can't have you hurting yourself on purpose. Your father and I care about you too much for that. He may seem angry right now, but he really does care. Anyways, I hope to see you soon!

Love, Mom

I honestly doubted that my father really did care. He was always rude to me, and never understood me. He has anger issues. I think he's the one who should be in a mental hospital.

The only person I actually ever told this was Mackenzie and her sister, but my father is addicted to porn. I walked in on him watching it when he thought I wasn't home. Also, it was in the computer's search history. I thought about telling my mom, but she'll figure out eventually.

I didn't want them to get a divorce because of me. I mean, I already caused them enough problems, so why be the rat?

Mackenzie had told me not to hurt myself because of my dad's stupid decisions. But this was last summer, when we actually still talked.

She was a good friend. Out of all the people I knew from Hadley Middle School, she was the only real one. She still cared when everyone else hated me. This is why people loved her. But only as a friend.

Anyways, I seriously cannot wait until I can leave. Then, it'll be almost Christmas. Time flies.