Better Without

Introduction

"Sometimes you can sit there and wonder where life will lead you. Or wonder why life brought you to where you are now. And while we all have questions, most are never said outside our minds. The secret is, that questions like these have to stay in our heads because when we say them aloud we get judged. We get judged for thinking outside of what we are 'supposed' to think. We are judged for being different. And we are judged for being alive. Because I'm not normal, you aren't normal, and we all aren't normal. That's why we are here."

One. I count the raindrops as the lady speaks.

Two. It thunders.

Three. Lightening.

Four. Home.

I want to go home. I want to get away from this place; whatever it is. I scoot my chair back and get up.

"Ms. Charles, where may you be going?" The woman speaks again. I don't answer, instead, I walk toward the door. A door that is now blocked. Huh?

"Ms. Charles, I asked where you were going, and I expect an answer!"

"Home." one, two, three. Three seconds of silence pass by until the woman bursts into laughter.

"Home? Oh, honey, you are home. What you may think of as 'home' will never be your home again," What the actual hell? What about my mom? Or my siblings, and friends? Do they really expect me just to accept this and move on? If so, they are entirely wrong.