Chapter 8: Figure It Out

I am so sorry I havent updated in forever. I have been loaded with work ever since school started and on top of that, I lost my notebook that I keep all my stories in. I will update Kiss Goodnight very soon. I will try to update every week with a chapter from each story. Hope y'all like this new chapter!

Kyra's POV

I sit there with my arm held out, my mother cleaning up the cuts I had made with my pocketknife. Ironic, huh? They bought me the pocketknife, but I bet they never imagined I would ever use it for that purpose.

My mom finishes taking care of my arm and bandages it. She looks up at me with one hand on my leg and the other on my arm.

"Kyra, you need to promise me that you won't do this anymore, please? You are way too important and I love you too much for you to do this. If you're havin problems, please come talk to me about it. Please don't resort to hurtin yourself Baby, please?" She pleads.

"Alright Mama. I promise. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry Mama." I say.

"Oh Honey!" She says and wraps me into a loving embrace.

When she holds me, it's like just for a little while, everything is ok. Mama and Daddy aren't getting divorced, Cheyenne isn't pregnant and marrying her teenage boyfriend, Mama and Daddy are happy as ever, and I never had panic attacks or depression or thoughts of suicide and running away, and I never cut myself.

Still hugging me, she starts to speak. "Honey is there anything else I don't know? Anything else you haven't told me?" She asks me.

"It's really nothing."

"Kyra, Sweetie, if it's anything at all, please tell me. I need to know." She says and lifts my chin to look into my eyes. I look at her for a minute, deciding what to do.

"Alright Mama. There is a little more that I didn't tell you." I say. She nods her head for me to continue, looking anxiously at me.

"Well, um, for the past couple of weeks, um, I've been thinking about a lot of things, and I, um, think that I have, uh, depression. And I've been thinking about running away a lot." I say as I look down at my feet. I slowly bring my head up to look at my mother, and when I do, I see tears in her eyes looking back at me.

"I'm sorry Mama. I'm really sorry Mama." I say as she pulls me into another hug. She just holds me for a minute.

"I want you to hear me loud and clear when I say this. Don't you ever think about running away again. Your place is here, right here. I don't want you to be keepin things like this to yourself Sweetie. It's not good. If there's anything at all from here on out, even the smallest little thing, come talk to me about it ok? I don't want you to ever feel alone alright Baby? I'll always be here for you, I promise." She says as she looks at me.

"Alright Mama. I promise." I say. She grabs me into her arms and holds me tight. She pulls away to look at me, her hands on my shoulders.

"And we're goin to get this whole thing figured out ok? We'll take you to a therapist to see what he thinks, and then we'll go from there ok?"

I think about it for a moment and nod my head. "K." I say.

"Come on Honey, let's go get Van and your sister and go finish dinner all right?"

"Alright Mama." We both stand up and head down the hallway towards my sister's room to get her and the new addition goofball and go downstairs to finish dinner.

I can't believe she's getting married. Even more, I can't believe she's pregnant. I've gotta be the only aunt in 7th grade! I walk down to the kitchen and see everyone there. I looked around at my family, and I knew, we'd figure this out.

What do y'all think will happen next? Anything you want to happen in the future in this story, I'm open to suggestions.(: