Dear Other World,

Yesterday I went to school as usual, I said goodbye to my mom when she dropped me off at school ten minutes late. We had trouble that morning. I went about my day. I came home.
I don't think I had ever thought much about the future. What I would do with my life and where I would go when I finally moved out. I think I would have just lived on.
Today was blurry. Blurry as if my brain was slowly being paralysed, like my body couldn't quite figure out if it should have remembered the day. My mother, who was single for 7 years as of today, called me. Told me she had a flat tire. She told me not to worry, where she was, and said she loved me. She called me again, a hour later. Telling me the car services got her location mixed up and it would take longer for her to get home.
I thought about how, when I got my permit next year, I wouldn't be the person stuck on the side of the road with a flat tire. I thought that I would do better.
Funny enough, Youbloc gave me murder mysteries on my recommended page.

10 hours after she called me I got a Policeman knocking on my door. My mother was found dead. In some backroad ditch with her car stolen.
Thinking back on it, I don't think I could focus. All I did was fall to me knees and start crying.
I think I asked to keep the house later, but I didn't get a answer.

It's hard for me to write about this day the more I do. All I can do is cry, and sit in shock.

My grandma is here too, she's been taking care of me since then. She said she'll be here until the will and the housing situation is figured out. I heard grandma say she's going to contact my father about custody and the payment for the house.
I begged to keep it so much that she gave in.

I hope.... I hope....

Maybe I'll meet her again when I die. Tell her about a family I raised, about how I didn't fall into depression when she died, How I was able to stay strong when it happened.
I don't think I will though.

All I can do is curl up and push the thoughts away. Meet my friends tomorrow and act like nothing is happening in my life because they wouldn't want to here about it. Ya know? Their lives are so hard....
Yet I want to burden them with the knowledge.
It would be better to just live on. I'll have the weekend to rest anyway.
I'll live and live again, until the world stops moving, because I'm to scared to die.

I'll meet again... Again.... Again.... Again....

And maybe by then, I won't cry from the mention of today.

Your other from another world,
Julia