I would do my best to avoid staying at home. I didn't want to deal with the fights and the atmosphere at home, it wasn't healthy. I would stay at work as late as possible, usually until midnight. I left for school at 7 in the morning, even though I wasn't supposed to be there until 8:15. I wasn't sleeping, my grades were slipping, I was doing poorly at work, and I was barely eating. At least two days a week I skipped school and went to sleep at my mother's grandmother's house. When my mother realized that she had taken me to the doctor, I was prescribed antidepressants. On October 9, 2014, my mother had finally had enough. Little did I know that it would be my last night in my childhood home. That night my mother told me to pack an overnight bag, tomorrow we would spend the night at my grandmother's. The next morning I got up and went to school as usual. My mom texted me and told me to go straight to my grandma's after school. When I got to my grandmother's there were 3 U-Hauls and 2 sheriff's officers. All my things were inside