Mom was acting strangely. Dad was home early from work. Both of them spoke to each other in low tones, glancing at me every so often when they thought I wasn’t looking. I tried to ignore them, but it was hard when Mom so sat close to me, and Dad planted himself on my other side. They were smothering me, just as they had right after all of it happened, watching me carefully. I couldn’t take it—I went up to my room and watched TV there. I ignored my homework.
Finally I couldn’t take anymore.
The only problem with that was I had grown up sixteen years in his shadow, and I knew his face expressions by heart.
My stomach dropped. “Y-You’re leaving me here… alone?” Alone. All alone. Whispers erupted in my mind. His eyes glinted before me, dark and anticipating. He’ll know. He’ll come. He’ll take me away while they’re gone. No one will realize until it’s too late… Panic clawed up my throat. Knife glinting in the moonlight… I clutched the edge of the table, gasping.
Mom shushed him. And for once, she was the calm one, the one in command. “Becca”—she took my chin in her hand and turned my face toward hers—“he isn’t coming back. He’s been put away for life, in a place that no one has ever managed to escape from. Get this idea out of your head, right now.”
That night I didn’t have nightmares. But when I woke up, all the sheets and bedcovers were on the floor, and a sheen of cold sweat gleamed on my skin.
he isn’t coming back. He’s been put away for life, in a place that no one has ever managed to escape from.
They were smothering me, just as they had done right after [s]all of it happened[/s] it had all happened / all of it had happened, watching me carefully.
in that lawyer way of his
and I knew his [s]face[/s] facial expressions off by heart.
I was dimly aware that Mom had shot up from the table and ran to the kitchen.
Why did you drag us hundreds of miles away from home; put me on pills to make me numb?
how my mind was constantly heavy with dark thoughts and memories that no [s]amount[/s] number of pills or hours of counseling could get rid of.
“You’re right,” I whispered [s]instead[/s], giving them a wobbly smile.
And maybe it would be nice to be separated from Mom’s constant fretting; Dad’s continual watching and analyzing.
Look what he did to James before.
All the hopes that Will Sheldon wouldn’t come back vanished—I knew it was only wishful thinking.
How could I forget the unwavering resolution in his voice as they led him out my house?
But when I woke up, all the sheets and bedcovers were on the floor, and a sheen of cold sweat gleamed on my skin.