I don't want to be like my father, but I am just like him. I have to accept that. The similarities have always been there, I was just too oblivious to that fact. Maybe I am a danger to myself... Have I actually made any progress since I left that house? Since I left my sister, and cut contact completely? I can't regress. I have to keep moving forward. I can't let my work be for nothing.
Posted: May 2020
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...