My older brother is here,at the house, with his fiance. I think I might throw up. I'm hiding in the bathroom on the verge of a panic attack. It happened forever ago, and I'm trying to forget it happened. But sometimes the things you wish to forget the most, stick with you the hardest. I heard his voice as he came in the house and everything came back, as if a pair of flood gates had opened. And I don't know what to do. I feel like a weak, scared, insignificant, little kid again. Its terrifying. I want to leave, to get out of the house. No one knows. I can't leave, it's dark and my parents won't let me. I'm stuck. Hopefully they'll leave immediately after dinner.
