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Numerous hours later.
As I started to settle back home with my overprotective parents, cramming our morning with many emotional tears, embraces, and devotion, we spent as much time as we could together, explaining to them what occurred to me, and where I was in the past month.
I didn't know where to start.
But I could not say much. All I could say about the incriminating parts of the experience was it's too hard to say it. That way, they had no choice but to grow in pity for me.
But it wasn't hard to say. Not in the slightest.
I treasured the story, I thought it was pretty fucking insane that I got to experience such atrociousness events in under a month. Even though it was on the traumatizing side at the moment, It was something I never thought would happen. Anything hazardous that occurred to me on the unfamiliar island, and Barbados was a deep memory that I wanted to look back on for my entire life.
God, JJ was rubbing off on me.
Furthermore, I didn't want to let out the wrong thing and incriminate myself to my parents, possibly leading them to send me elsewhere. The story of us in the Ocean was something someone would never believe to be true. What powerful being looks for seven specific kids who live in the United States for the answer key to hold as their lives depended on it?
But due to no photography, videos, or proof of the pouges absurd story, I needed someone else to assist me with this long and chaotic story, so I saved it for another time. Perhaps to avoid them calling me crazy, and believing I'm lying. Like they always do.
For half of the emotional day, my parents eventually left me alone, allowing me to do my own thing while they did theirs. In their words, go shower because I needed one. A long one.
I obeyed them, putting on multiple face masks, products on my body, soaps, perfume, aggressively brushing my teeth, missing the feeling of being clean and home.
Something I never thought I would say.
Because during that journey, I never wanted to come back here. It was obvious.
But once I took a seat on my soft and rolling vanity chair, staring into the light-up mirror, revealing my clean state, it was like something I'd been waiting for my entire life.
As I did what I was told, assembling myself up again, and getting ready for later on to see my boyfriend, my parents were occupied keeping huge and wide smiles on their faces, along with Kiara's thrilled parents, feeling totally relieved once they encountered the missing posters they put up for my best friend and I.
