I didn’t say anything after what she said. THERAPY! OR A MENTAL INSTITUTION! Once she said that my lungs began to rip in half. I was breathing as if I was on my final moments. I didn’t know what to do with myself besides cry. As soon as I got home I ran straight to my room and landed on my lavender scented pillows sheets. I cried for nearly two hours. My eyes were so puffy to the point where you couldn't even see my eye itself. My face was redder than a cherry. I stuttered with no words to say. I was broken. And mortified of what my mother would do. My dad knows I would need the help too so obviously he would go along with what my mom said. About an hour later I heard my father's footsteps come into the house. I was shaking