Lately, you and your friends have been fighting a lot, and you didn’t know why. It wasn’t so much you fighting, it was your friends fighting, but it still effected you. Your friend group was slowly starting to choose sides, instead of the four of you hanging out, it’d be two and two most times, which was getting annoying.

You loved all your friends, but you didn’t understand why they were being rude and talking bad about each other. Sure, you got angry and said some rude things before, but you didn’t shit talk them all the time. Your friends constant fighting was really started to effect you, and you started to feel weighed down.

It was late at night, and you couldn’t fall asleep. It was probably from stress, but it also didn’t help that you never set your phone down and tried to sleep. You heard the stairs creaking, your dad was coming upstairs. Every night he would check on you before he went to bed, even when you told him you didn’t need him to since you weren’t a little kid anymore, he still checked up. He slowly creaked the door open, and when he saw you were awake, he stepped inside.

“What’s wrong, honey? Why’re you up still?” He asked, looking worried as he approached your bed. You tried telling him nothing was wrong, but he knew. “Love, I can tell somethings wrong. I know some nights you have trouble falling asleep, but it’s written all over your face. Something’s wrong, talk to me, darling.” He sat near your feet, on the edge of your bed. He put his hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to start telling him what was bothering you, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was determined to find out what was wrong.