Tears trickled down my face as I thought about one of the biggest decisions of my life. I looked up at Zayn who looked as if he was trying to hold back tears. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" asked Zayn.

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Hi, I'm Jana. Janette Smith, legally. I have been an orphan until a couple, Dana and George Smith, adopted me. Life was fine, until one day. The day when everything started crashing down one by one. It all started when…

I woke up by the warm spring wind, brushing against my face. I yawned and got up as I did every day. Thinking that today will be another day, not knowing what awaits me. I peaked in my Moms room. She was sleeping, preciously as she always looked. Beside her was George. Mom has been trying to get me to calling him dad ever since they adopted me, but he didn't deserve that. I kneeled next to Dana Smith, the thoughtful women who took me under her care. Moved a hair strand out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. As I got up to turn and leave her eyes opened. "Morning, sweetie." She said with a beautiful grin on her face. I smiled and said good morning to her then, went downstairs to make her breakfast. I looked up at the calendar, it was May 29. Mom's Birthday, and also the day she had to leave for a business trip for her job. George had refused to let her go, but it would be the only chance for her to raise enough money for our family. George didn't work, he would just lay on the couch all day or went out to gamble with his friends. I was considering a summer job to help me mom out. She would only be gone for a week, but i couldn't live that long without her. She was the only female person i had that understood me. I put the toast in the toaster for her as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Today Zayn invited me to his house for breakfast, i'll be back an hour before you have to leave" I said to her. I could see the hurt in her face, she knew i wouldn't forget her birthday but I could tell she was getting ideas. she sighed. My plan was working, Zayn was having me over so we could do something big for her before she leaves. I set the breakfast on the counter for her and made my way upstairs just as George came in the kitchen.

He frowned at me, then looked at Dana. "I'm not going to drop you off at the airport for that stupid trip of yours."

I got ready and texted Zayn to let him know I'm coming, just as I heard a loud crash. It sounded like one of moms plants breaking. I know that because I have broken lots with Zayn in my childhood. Zayn and I have been friends only for, 4 years, but I have lots of memories with him. I went down to see what happened and just as I had predicted, beside the stairs was a broken plant. The one I had gotten Dana for her birthday last year. I looked up and saw an angry George holding up a fist. I thought he was scaring away a squirrel or whatever that had knocked down the plant but then, I saw my mom standing in the corner with her hands shielding her face.I gasped and ran down the stairs. "DONT HURT HER!" I yelled. He put his fist down and glared at me.

"What makes you say i was going to hurt her?" he asked.

I squinted at him and went over to my mom. "What happened?"

She sighed and said, "Nothing, Jana. Absolutely nothing." Then she raised her voice. "And nothing will ever happen to this family unless I go to the trip!" I stared at both of them. They had been fighting over this trip since last month. "Just go over to Zayn's and don't worry about a thing." Knowing Dana Smith, I knew she could win any argument. Set aside for the fact she was a lawyer. So i left, just like that. Thinking I'd come back and everything'll be ok.

At Zayn's house we planned a big party for mom. I also bought her the rose perfume she wanted last year. "She'll love it." Zayn advised me. That's what i loved about Zayn, he gave honest opinions on things. If something was ugly he'd tell me. That's how i knew to trust him. Just then I got a phone call from George.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Jana its George." He said. "Yes. no shit it's you. Now why did you call?" I replied.

"If you're giving me attitude I won't tell you." That's when I lost my patience. George never called.

"I'm sorry ok? Now tell me, what happened? Is mom okay?"

He lowered his voice then spoke. "She committed suicide."