It's been two years since the accident. Two years since you got that phone call from your day: "you need to come to the hospital." The hospital. You hate that place. It reminds you of her. Of what you lost. It's been two years, but it feels like yesterday. You still expect to see her when you come home from school, you still expect to here her voice. But you never do. It'll get better. At least, that's what everyone says...

You're a 16 year old girl. Your mother died two years ago in a car accident and it hit you hard. You used to be outgoing, always happy, always lighting up the room. But now you just want to be alone. Your grades are dropping, you hardly talk to anyone anymore, including your dad. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to help, to be patient and understanding, but he can't help but feel like he's losing you too.