Home Alone

Denial was her best friend. She acted as if each and every day were the same. Everyday the same. School, bullied, home. Day after day. Behind that closed door she yelled "I'm home" but no response. She stood before the door and took a deep breath. Hesitating, she opened it and slowly walked inside. Mom's room. Filled with teddy bears and dying flowers. She sniffled and plopped on the bed. Uncontrollable tears fell. She hated feeling of isolated. "Mom, come back home.". . A slight wind came over her neck. She stopped her crying and froze. The drift came again. Mom? Maybe. She would never be able to tell. She satyed in for the rest of the week. No one came to check on her. If only she'd been prepared for how things would change, she wouldn't have to get hurt.