I've made such a mess of things.
I try my hardest to hold the sob inside of me, but it feels like a balloon expanding in my throat slowly cutting off my oxygen until I'm left silently gasping.
I toss my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I try to focus on my breathing.
In. Out. In. Out. Don't let them hear you break down.
Silent tears begin to roll down my cheeks and I realize if I don't want them to hear me, being in a house full of wolves works against me.
I crawl to the closet, closing the doors silently behind me, before pulling my knees to my chest and sitting in the dark corner.
Don't you know it's gonna be alright. I can hear my mother singing the lyrics so clearly that I would swear she is in the closet with me. But even the familiar Beatles song, ringing in
