"Carly, we need to talk."
Her mother prepared a nice meal for Carly, but she pushed it away. It was rice and chicken, one of Carly's favorites. However, she didn't seem to be in the mood.
"We've noticed how depressed you are now. You aren't even eating!"
Carly looked away. The sounds of her little sister, Hope, was heard, playing with mashed potatoes.
"Die, Potato! 'Nooo!'" Hope scooped up some mashed potatoes and put it in her mouth.
"So we've decided..." Her father said as he handed Carly a sheet.
"Resurgam First Care? You want me to stay there?" Carly asked in a monotone voice.
"We didn't know what to do, sweetie. We really want to help you, so we signed you into Resurgam First Care to help you."
"Help me?" Carly said. "I don't need help."
"Sweetheart, please. It's for your own good. You're depressed and we don't know why. Maybe they can solve your problem."
"I said I don't need-"
"Please, Carly. We dearly love you and we don't want to lose you at all."
Carly looked at her parents, then at Hope, who was oblivious to what was going on. Hope smiled at Carly.
"Big Sista!"
Carly sighed before turning back to her parents.
"Alright...I'll go."
It was Saturday when the ambulance came to pick Carly up.
"Please be careful, sweetie. We don't want any of that drama happening."
"I know."
"Don't try to do anything reckless."
"I know."
"And don't forget your pads!"
"I know."
Carly shushed her parents and hugged Hope, who didn't know what was going on.
"Mommy, why is there a white and red truck parked on our house?"
"Goodbye."
Carly said as she boarded the ambulance. She watched as her parents and little sister stared as it drove away.