“How are you feeling?”
Nurse Harley asks as he helped me into the car and I remained silent, pressing my face against the window glass and I closed my eyes.
What am I to say? Does he want to hear how I really feel or the other version where I tell him I’m holding when we both know I am not but he pretends to believe that.
The only thing I need right now is rest. My body needs rest, but then again, would my mind ever get to rest? After everything that went down yesterday, can I ever find rest?
Who is to say that my parents would ever want me in the house again? Who is to say I won’t get expelled from school, if all this happens, how do I get rest.
Tears.
My cheek became wet with hot tears as I think back to everything; eight years of silence, to keep a secret and everything just went
