Random Writing Pieces

Baggage

Even just walking up the stairs in my own house makes me shudder in fear. I know there is no way it could happen again, but, the memories are still there. It has been years since it happened. But there is no way I could ever look past this. Any little brush against me sends me into full blown panic mode.

Over reacting? Yes.

Is it going to stop anytime soon? No.

I haven't set even a step out of the door of my house in a bit over a month and a half. Luckily my friend, Digit as I call her, is willing enough to go out and get the stuff I would need. With my mom being in the nursing home and dad in the hospital they couldn't do it. Not like I would want them too. It's not like I ask Digit to get me things, if it was up to me, I would just die. So many things happened to me in my short life. I'm only 17 for christ sake. And I've been through more stuff than a 60 year old. I am currently living alone but because my father is sadly on his deathbed and my mother in the nursing home, they had no use for the house or money so they let me have it all. So yes, I live all alone. Which may sound great to most teenagers. But not when you've seen the things I've seen. Not when you've had to do the things I have. Not when you carry the baggage that I must lug around all my life.