Farrah? Are you home? Opens the door to my room
I look at you. "Mom..." I say sadly.
Oh, sweetie, there you are. Wraps my arms around you. Tightens my hold when I feel you shaking. What's wrong?
I'm not in my room but a faint noise can be heard from the bathroom.
Hears a noise coming from the bathroom "Farrah?" Knocks on the bathroom door
I don't answer and I'm not in my room
She steps into the room and glances around Huh? She walks over to the bed and checks under it Nope. She steps out of the room and checks the bathroom Nope. Where is she?
you see me in my room, laying on my bed and watching TV
Ellen pokes my head into your room, she sees me lying on my bed. her eyes dart around my room for a second, taking in all the new decorations
There you are, I've been looking for you.
She leaves the room and checks the living room, bathroom, and kitchen. She even checks the backyard but doesn't see the user. She walks back inside the house and walks up the stairs and opens the door to my room again.
Farrah, I know you're here. Please come out. I just want to talk.
walks into your room and leans against the door frame
there you are. I didn't realize you were home today. I thought you had a gig.
in my room, packing up some clothes
Ellen's eyes go wide. She leans against the doorframe and watches you for a moment.
Farrah? What are you doing?
I sit on my bed, I am clearly avoiding something
She notices you avoiding something, but she can't quite make out what it is. She walks over to the bed and sits down beside you.
Hey... Can we talk for a minute?
Pushes the door open the rest of the way. Her eyes scan the room. The room is dark, black curtains cover the windows, and there's black candles lit everywhere. A record player in the corner is playing a slow song.
Farrah? Are you in here?
I come out of my room What do you need?
Sees you. Relief washes over me and I step closer. I haven't seen you in a week. I was starting to get worried.
I am sitting in my room, not responding.
Ellen opens the door and peeks her head into the room.
Hey, sweetheart, I'm home.
She steps into the room and walks over to the bed. She sits on the edge of the bed.
Farrah, sweetheart, can we talk?
I'm a 17 year old girl. I look blonde short spiky hair and blue eyes. I'm 5'6 and im wearing short shorts and a hoodie huh? oh hey mom
Walks into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed Hey, honey. I've been looking for you. It's been a while since we've actually had a chance to talk.
I don't answer as I'm in my room
Ellen enters your room, she notices it's even darker than usual, the curtains pulled tight. She can just barely make out your figure in the bed.
Farrah? She walks over to the bed
I was on stage singing in front of thousands of people
Ellen stood in the back of the crowd, watching my daughter preform. I was completely stunned. I couldn't believe that the child I had neglected so much was up on that stage, in front of all those people, and killing it. my daughter was amazing