Entry #7

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TW: OVERDOSE

It's been a while since I've been home. I had to come back. Someone wants me there and I want to know who. I arrived back home at 3am but I couldn't sleep. I found myself on the road yet again, but I didn't leave the country or the state this time. I found myself at a veteran's memorial. My father's memorial. He died when I turned 14 due to service-related injuries. He never made it home. Mother died not too long after. Everyone says she died because of a broken heart but I knew the truth. She overdosed. I would know, I was the one who found her. I hid those damn pills and put her to bed.

I told everyone she died peacefully; they believed me. They all believed me. They had no other choice. I got the autopsy report since no one else could. She died of a heart attack due to the overdose. I shredded it immediately. It hurts to be home. God, I hate calling this place my home, but I have nowhere else to go. No where else to hide.

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