Amélia Silva Alternate Ending

Amélia Silva sat in the passenger seat of her mother's Focus and stared out the window, her dark brown eyes brimming with tears. After months of being on her first anti depressant, and than the added one, her doctor had recommended her to a psychiatrist. Why couldn't he just help me? She wondered. "It'll be okay sweetie, Her mother, Marcela broke through her thoughts and rested a hand on Amélia's leg…plenty of people see psychiatrists and they aren't crazy, maybe they can finally help you." Amélia shrugged, not trusting herself to speak a word without bursting into tears. She had struggled with depression since she was ten years old, and anxiety particularly social anxiety as far back as she could remember, but it seemed to have gotten worse
after the loss of her father nine months prior. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the seat, and disappeared inside her own head, her thoughts were overwhelming to her. What if you never get better? What if none of this works? What if your mom dies too and you're left all alone and neither one of your parents get to see you accomplish anything? they seemed to shout at her. A small tear trickled out of her left eye and landed on her cheek, she didn't bother wiping it away until it had fallen off her chin and she brushed her away.
Marcela reached over a squeezed Amélia's hand, she hated to see her daughter so upset, and truly hoped she could get the help she desperately needed especially before she found out the truth. She turned the wheel of the car and pulled in the driveway of their home. The house wasn't the best looking house, but it's where all of Amélia's memories were, the last place she had seen a lot of her relatives alive at, and where he father had took his last breath. She could still see the way he looked when he was dying in her mind, he had his eyes rolled back in his head and was shaking, and his skin was turning blue, probably from the lack of oxygen. She shuddered at the thought, and climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and headed into the house not bothering to wait for her mother. "What's wrong, honey?" Her older sister, Gabriela asked with a concerned look on her face. Gabriela was sixteen years older than Amélia and although they were pretty close as sisters, she would sometimes act as another mother. "Nothing Mom's fine, and I'm crazy," Amélia told her, fighting back the tears again, and headed upstairs to her
bedroom.