11. Prepared

"Is something wrong with her?" My mother asked my sister repeatedly. "Are you aware if she had a bad day?"

"No, Mum!" Natasha pouted, exasperated. "She told me she didn't have a bad day."

"You're younger than her though… she might be lying," Mum reflected. "Do you know why she's crying again?"

Her younger sister shook her head dismally. "Well…"

Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"I may have fought with her over who got the last packet of yoghurt. She just went upstairs then, after she got it and I started tearing up. She thrust her yoghurt rudely at me and ran up the stairs. Then she put her music on really loud and finally when I peeked in afterwards, she was sobbing her heart out." Natasha blurted out quickly, looking down sheepishly at the ground.

"She's been really emotional lately," Mum frowned, rubbing her arms uneasily. "It's as if the little things just trigger her. I'm worried about this."

"Trigger?" Natasha's face was screwed in confusion, wondering what it meant.

My mother shook her head, waving my little sister away. She 'hmmphed' delicately before stomping away. Then, Mum stood awkwardly around my door, just watching me attempt to recover from my brief sobbing session. "What do you want?"

"Tell me what's wrong," she attempted to coax me out of my misery of bubble that constantly kept on erupting, know fully that I could explode at her any second.
"Go away," I snarled rudely. "Get out of my room."

She stiffened up, back ram-rod straight. "You will not talk to me like that."

I broke into fresh tears. "Just go away, mum. Go."

Scowling she stormed away. And I had succeeded in pushing yet another person away from me. Wasn't I just clever?

"Wonder what's wrong with her," I heard her mumble in annoyance. "Probably just one of her other bitchy mood swings. Can't she just control it for once and stop destructing this family?"

Needless to say, that hurt my feelings quite a bit, and taking a minute to gape behind my pissed mother, I started anew in crying all over again.

I've been like this all week. School's been alright; a little bit stressful but nothing I couldn't handle. The day before yesterday, I attempted to hug my sister and she ended up accidentally hitting me. She was angry at me then, and thus didn't acknowledge the fact that I had gotten hurt - I ended up crying for good hour before I realise what a pointless sop I was being.

Then yesterday; she insisted on playing her damned recorder whilst I attempted to watch Doctor Who. After politely asking her to shut the hell up, she continued to play like her life depended on it. I stormed out, grabbing the yoghurt container which I had already put sugar into, and went into the backyard, before erupting in a flurry of tears.

What was wrong with me? The little things; the things that just generally irked me on a daily basis were the things that were making cry practically every second of the day.

Perhaps I was frustrated at school. Though it wasn't bad; in fact, it was continuously getting better. I had no idea what my problem was and I needed to resolve it fast before it caused another drama in my family.

I hate when that happens.

Personal experience, actually. Not all of it - I've just derived certain parts. As in - for some reason I do randomly burst into tears nowadays.
Wonder what's happening....
Apologies for the tiny delay, ehehe.

Allons-y!