I stop running once I'm far from the house. I stand on the side walk making desperate attempts to catch my breath. I really don't want to go back but I would literally give them a heart attack if I didn't. I walked along the sidewalk without any clue to where I was going. The street was busy with cars who were hanging their horns frustrated. Every so often you see someone flip someone else off. I sat on a near by bench and watched the people struggle to get to their destinations. I sighed and though less and less about their struggle. Only to focus on my phobia of driving in cars. Ever since the accident I haven't touched a finger on any car except the school bus. "I know it's tough" someone said. I looked up to see the boy from the roof. "No-no you don't know" I found myself saying. He sucked in a breath. "Cassie it's time to start letting yourself heal" "I'm not the one stopping myself in the first place" I cried. He shook his head. "What do you know anyways. You know nothing about me or how I feel!" I hissed. I didn't want to be rude but hoe dare he say that! "But I do know" he simply said. I sighed. "Just go away" I mumbled as I began to walk again. He kept up with me without a problem though.
