Multi-Chapter Story. How I Met Your Mother kinda of inspired me to write this. Anyways... Enjoy!

Prologue...sort of

I got home after a long day of school. I opened the front door and went straight to the fridge to grab a snack. I always had a red perfect apple for snack. It was my afternoon routine.

I walked upstairs while yelling to my mom that I'm home. She would usually say "Ok Courtney!" and "What do you want for dinner." But the house was dead silent. I guessed she went to the grocery store or did some other errands.

My mother is a stay at home parent. She always tells my father she wants to work and contribute more to the family but my dad thinks that women should stay at home and take care of the house.

My farther works at a high-end law firm and is the best prosecution lawyer in Canada. Now you may think I'm bragging but, hey, he has won over 700/709 cases in the past 6 years (He literally reminds you that when you're in argument with him).

I went to my room and worked on my homework. It was just a math worksheet about angle bisectors and other stuff in which I probably won't be using in the future. I'm in the 10th grade and I'm pretty good at school. Actually I'm perfect. I have straight As and I have an E for my behavior grade for all my classes(even if I get a S, I have my ways of bringing it up to an E, trust me). I'm also the student council president, the president of the photography club, and the founder of the CIT Committee. But of course, according to my father, that is still not enough.

I feel like sometimes my father doesn't like me. He never gives me hugs or tells me he's proud of me. He only keeps telling me to be better and that I make him look bad .But my mother says he truly loves me and is proud to have me as his daughter but just doesn't know how to express his feelings.

After I was done with my homework, I went to go take a shower to get ready for violin practice which I have done every week day since I was 5. I begged my father to play the drums because they looked much cooler but my father always says "Drums may look cool but Violin is classy. And classy means a wealthy future." But I don't complain or anything, I mean playing the violin can be fun sometimes. What is not-so-much-fun is my Violin teacher, Mr. Hewitt. Even though he watched me practically grow up, he is still kind of, well, unpleasant. He would always yell at me to play better, improve my finger techniques, or critique my wardrobe.

When I finish taking my shower, I got dressed. I put on a white blouse, a pencil black skirt and I brushed my caramel colored hair. Hopefully Mr. Hewitt won't comment on my outfit like he does every other day.

I look in the mirror and see my reflection. I wish I could put makeup on but I'm too young my father says. I feel like eyeliner would bring out my round eyes and a little lip gloss will make my lips pop. But my father thinks that make up is for women and not for some 'little girl'.

I went downstairs and wait for my mom to get back from wherever she went so she can take me to the studio where my violin practice is always held at.

15 Minutes Later

What's taking her so long?

I call my mother's cell phone. But then I hear the oh-so familiar ringtone upstairs.

UGH! She forgot her cell phone. Just Great!

10 Minutes Later

I begin to worry.

What if she's sleeping in her bedroom? Oh God I would feel so dumb.

I went upstairs to her bedroom. I half yelled half whispered, "Mom wake up I have to go to Violin practice. Remember?"

No answer.

I swing the door open and I saw her.

But she wasn't sleeping…

Or was on her bed…

But she was there…

Hanging.

And her eyes were bulged open.

I then screamed.

Multi-Chapter Story How I Met Your Mother kinda of inspired me to write this. (That one episode about how everyone has some sort of baggage in their life). This story is going to be in Courtney's point of view for the most part. Maybe I'll alter idk we'll see. Oh yeah this is my first fic so yay! Anyways try to enjoy this!