The Impossibilities of Us

Chapter 19

I had a whole day of rest yesterday because, like I said, I was really exhausted.

I was so exhausted that I had slept for 12 hours after the exhausting day on Monday which I'm pretty sure isn't good, but I still slept for that long. I woke up yesterday with no one in the house but a note that said...

'We went out to tour around since your auntie would be leaving a bit soon. We didn't want to wake you because you were seeping really good and looked like you needed it. Make your own breakfast, you already know how. I love you -Mom'

I laughed about how she told me to make my own breakfast because I do indeed know how to make my own shit.

I just watched some Friends while they were out the whole day and it felt really good to just relax by myself that whole time. I really needed the relaxation.

Now, it's about 6 in the morning and I don't know why I woke up this early. I think it's because of my whole 12 hour nap thing the other day.

The sun wasn't fully up, but just slightly, showing not much of sunlight. It was dark in my room, which I have grown pretty fond of. The darkness is another one of my best friends.

I couldn't go back to sleep so I, once again, just read a story on Wattpad.

Wattpad has sort of been my other best friend for a while now. Yes, I know I have a lot of considered best friends. I always read on here when I have nothing to do or when I need to get things out of my mind. I also read other books, but I mostly read on Wattpad.

A few hours later, I hear someone coming out of their room. I'm assuming that it's 8 o'clock right now since everyone only gets up at 8 or near that time.

Time went by quick.

A bit later, I went out to go and get some breakfast and saw mom making some omelettes.

"Hey mom," I greet.

"Hey. We're going out today with just us. You can invite Tori, but no boyfriends aloud," she says pointing her finger at me intimidatingly.

I roll my eyes, "He's not my boyfriend."

I hear her mumble a "yet."

"So where are we going?"

"It looks very sunny today and I checked the weather and saw that it's most likely going to be sunny all day. So first, we are going to the museum. But then we're also going to Jeff's Pirates Cove for lunch, which I think you're going to have to sit out of. I don't think you can handle being near a beach, hon," she says worried.

Being around an island, it gets way too hard to avoid going places that don't involve beaches or any bodies of water. They are literally everywhere. Jeff's Pirates Cove was a place where they have really good food and it's next to the beach for the good view. So I can't go. I don't want to have any panic attacks or anything like that.

"I'll probably go to the museum with you guys and go somewhere else to eat," I say grabbing a plate that had an omelette and taking a fork to eat with.

"Are you sure you want to just leave us to go somewhere else? I mean we can go with you instead of there if you want," she worries.

My mom worries about me and my PTSD a lot and I don't blame her. The first time I had a panic attack after a bad dream, my mom was there panicking about what she should do. She looked scared and didn't have any idea what was going on. My dad wasn't there though. He was out drinking and stuff.

I shake my head, "No, no. It's alright. Don't let me get in the way of you guys going to a place full of really good food."

The last time I went there was when I was 9 years old, yet I can still remember how much I loved the food there.