The mystery of the shattered glass

Constant

Things just got worse. I found myself lost most of the time. Either constantly staring at the leaking tap or looking out the window. I dont know what I was looking for. I din't have a motive. All I had were questions...."why?"

Years back, being a kid I was generally upset all the time. Cranky. I was homeschooled. I would run away from home. Get lost again.

As I grew up, I forgot what had to be remembered. Its like somebody just erased one part of my mind. I forgot about the incident. I forgot the darkness. I forgot my father, his voice. His warmth when he hugged me.

But somewhere, a voice in my head did keep whispering about all this. Which somehow my mom made sure I did not hear it.

I spent the whole day today staring at the old house. Questioning myself and trying to find answers which nobody could give me. I lost my appetite. Everytime granny got food for me. I escaped saying I wasn't hungry. So many emotions at once is tough to face. Anger,grief,distress,fear and so many I could'nt realise nor put to words. 

The climate changed. Strong wind and distanced howling of wolfs. It was getting pretty cold all of a sudden. I walked up staright to my room and fought myself to get out of the gloominess I was trapped in. Taking out my laptop, I wanted to continue writing the fantasy I started to. All Ive found out seemed fascinating. No one would believe it happened. I don't care. I will get to the end of this.

The cursor blinked.

And my fingers were soon busy writing the story I once knew.