I closed the door behind me and walked up to the closet that was on the other side of the room. Close by, I noticed that the pill bottle on the side of counter. I was hesitant on taking any at the moment, but I decided I should bring it with me in case anything happens later. Quickly changing into a different set of clothes, I noticed several more bruises that I'd probably gotten due to how clumsy I was. My mind was elsewhere as I checked over everything before I left. I walked up to the door and went up stairs after locking it behind me. The fatigue quickly set in the second I reached the top of the stairs. I found this odd, but I decided to ignore it. My father was on the phone with someone in the living room. He seemed upset over something, but his mood lifted when he saw me.
“You ready to go?” He said after he hung up.
He turned his back and walked up to the front door.
“It's cold out, be careful.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Nothing I wish to talk about.” I replied, repeating the same answer as before.
“Alright, I understand.”
He waited for me to walk out the door and fallowed me outside when I did. I glanced in his direction and he returned my awkward glance. It was pretty obvious that he was deep in thought with something as well. We both remained silent as he drove. When we arrived to my school, his expression turned worrisome.
“I need to talk to you about something.” He said suddenly.
“What's wrong?” I asked as I grew nervous.
“Those schematics you'd written down, what're they for?”
“It's for a hobby of mine. Nothing else.”
“You shouldn't get involved with it. Really.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Are you still writing these sort of things down?”
“Where are you going with this?”
He went silent for a few moments, I could tell that he was choosing his words carefully.
“It's nothing. Forget it.”
“Does it have anything to do with mother?” I asked cautiously.
“Where did you get that idea?” He seemed surprised.
“I'm sure it's clear that I don't believe what they told me about how she died.”
“It's not something you should be concerned with.”
“Really, when you still refuse to give me a straight answer?”
“I just want to forget about it.” He said quietly.
“Ugh, this is getting nowhere.” I mumbled.
“Then stop asking about it.
I didn't reply to him as I got out of the car and shut the door of the car behind me.