Trouble

Chapter 1

    Hello, I've never been good at introductions, but after this at least I can say I tried. My name is Regan and I'm 17 years old. Yes, I am aware that this sounds like I'm in a therapy circle telling everyone who I am for the first time, but again introductions aren't my strong spot. So stick with me here. I live in Florida with my grandma and my little sister, Ana. I know you might find that a bit odd right now, but let me explain. My mother passed away two years ago, and my father got sent to prison for some risky drug dealing. Leaving my sister and I with our grandma.
My weekends are usually spent visiting my father in prison, or my mothers gravestone. It may sound sad so far, but it's honestly not. We both know that my mother is in a better place, and my father is safe and getting help where he is. Sometimes my life doesn't seem real. It feels like a movie. That mindset seems to help days go by. Being able to look out of a car window and imagine cheesy soundtrack music playing as time passes makes me smile. It makes life a little more bearable.
I don't really have many friends. I used to, but when bad things started to occur more in my life I started to acquire more issues. Trust became harder to give out, and peoples real intentions became foggy. I started to leave people behind, and people started to leave me behind, until there wasn't anyone left. All of this gave my grandma some bad mojo, so she found me a therapist to talk to. She was nice, but I really didn't wanna talk, so after a month I stopped going to see her. Every once in a while I see her around the town I live in, and have to hide so I can avoid the question she's caught me with on several occasions. "When are you coming back?" My answer is always the same, soon.
For now, I mostly just practice piano and walk the beach. To you, it sounds boring. To me, it's pure bliss. My opinion doesn't mean shit though, so I guess I'm boring.