Comfort
n. a state of physical ease of a person's feeling of grief or pain
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I grab ahold of his right hand and put it to my chest. With every beat of my heart I wanted him to feel my words. "I love you more than you could've ever imagine. W...
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Saturday morning
At 7 o'clock I left Elvire's and walk 3 miles back home.
It's about an hour long walk but last night the pen made it feel like 10 minutes.
Since Elvire refused to give me my cart, I walked in boredom as I blasted Metallica in my headphones.
When I get to my house, the door is unlocked just like my mother said it would be.
And when I enter I find my keys on display on the living room table waiting for me.
That wasn't the only thing waiting for me because also in the living room was my older sister, Nile.
"Oh my fucking god" I mumble.
She replies, "Good to see you too I guess". Right next to her are two large luggages and a big backpack.
I storm to pick up the house phone and dial my mothers number. She better pick up or I'm taking down all the doors in the house again.
"And how will she get the call when she's in the air, dumbass" My sister says.
I squeeze the phone and with my perfect football arm, I with chuck the phone directly at Nile.
Being used to my temper she quickly moves out the way enough for the phone to hit her shoulder and not her face.
"LAKE!" She shouts and with a clumsily effort to throw it back at me. "DONT HIT ME, ITS YOUR FAULT IM HERE!"
How is tf is it my fault she's here? "So I'm the one that made you flunk college and brought you into my home?"
She rolls her eyes, "I didn't flunk I'm just- taking another gap year. But I'm only here because you broke your promise with mom that you'd be staying clean."
"That fucking liar" I mumble.
"So you didn't come home late from football practice smelling like weed?"
"It was like half a joint and I need it for my anxiety that none of you guys give a fuck about.
"No you have therapy for your anxiety and prescribed meds that you keep overusing."
"Whatever it's not like I'm back to doing drugs like cocaine again."
She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose like she's the one stressed out right now. "Marijuana is still a drug Lake."
I stare at her so she can finish her point. But if she tries it with me again then I will be throwing more than a house phone at her.
