I only get to leave my room to go to the connected bathroom. The wall of windows, that covered the floor to the ceiling, is the only interaction I have with the outside world. It been like that since he left, when mother realized... I'm more like him than she thought. I'm not worried about our similarities though, I never have been. She always worried about how I would turn out, and how I compared to him, but he was always worried about how similar I was to her.
My mother is the opposite of my father, at least of her idea of him. She may have loved him, but the hatred that grew leading up to him leaving was overwhelmingly obvious. He knew, and so did everyone else. I think she blames herself for his death, that's the only reason I think she's so worried about me. She's afraid of me leaving too, which is the most unreasonable thought she has ever had. I have no intention of leaving in the way he did.
According to my mother, I have no control over my actions. I do have control over my actions! It's my thoughts that we need to worry about. No matter how hard I try, I don't have control over my thoughts. I'm working on it though, and one day it won't be as much of a struggle.
Posted: Feb. 2018
Written by: VC
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Learning and Coping
Short StoryShort Story written for an intro creative writing course (April 2022) Vesta struggles with intrusive thoughts. Following her father's death, Vesta's mother decides the best way to protect her is to isolate her. Desperate for some sense of connection...
