Without You

One

15th November 2018

It was a misty night, cold as ice as I waited for the bus to take me home to my warm yet vulnerable house. Broken atmosphere and a broken family, the only thing keeping me together is Casey. Yet she was no where to be seen, it has been eight days since she went to North Carolina to see her Dad. 

The bus pulled up, blowing cold air across my body, sending Goosebumps down my spine, I shivered discreetly, not that it stopped people from staring. Or so I thought. Paranoia is a bitch. 

The journey was noisy, as it was filled with loudmouths and nose pickers, I have nearly saved up enough to pay for lessons but I don't think I will ever have the confidence to face the music and do them. I have a fear of embarrassing myself, what if I stall? what if I have a panic attack? what if? 

Before I knew it, I was at my destination and had to squeeze through a couple of people to reach the exit. My claustrophobia nearly got the best of me but once I hit the cold air, I was back to my normal self. 

Our apartment wasn't far from the stop luckily, not even five minutes. My mom's car was parked outside, meaning she was home from work early. She worked outside at near by supermarket selling cakes for our local charity, anything to earn a tad bit of cash. I was a full time student, soon moving to College and boy am I nervous. The thought scares me, I will be leaving my mom and sister Rachel to cope without me. I hate to put my family through that but I want what is best for us and I think this is the right option. 

I placed my key in the hole and the door swung open to the smell of Spaghetti Bolognese, my mom's favourite meal to make, affordable but tasty. The smell was so strong I could practically already taste the cheese melting in my mouth. Mm.