Day 1
Imagine this.
Your family is huddled around the fireplace, warmth is evidently the only thing keeping you alive that holiday season. Your mother made the dinner-spectacular as usual-and is now, cuddling with your father. There is some form of guilt in your chest, fitting over your heart like a glove. Now, hold that feeling.
Your grandpa, who aged quite well for his being, used to smoke too much and when you hugged him, the smell of cigarettes would stain your clothes and nose. But, you loved your grandpa too much that you couldn't bear to tell him. During this Christmas, his jolly smile caused your stress to vanish. His face showed the hard ships and struggles of being an old man. The tiresome case for most people.
Your grandma, a lady who was very strict to her own manning, made cookies that night. The smell made you sleepy, almost falling onto the kitchen floor. She smiled, an angelic face with calming blue eyes. It almost contrasted with her attitude.
By the fire place, everything feels quaint. School has been let out. Your siblings are not as loud (though, there are times where mom has to quiet them milk and cookies). Everyone is happy.
Remember the guilt feeling in your chest from earlier?
It lingers. A monster ready to pounce. You suddenly regret coming here. Every single word that passes through the lips of your parents, sounds like venom or an excuse. It bothers you to point where you excuse yourself and head to the bathroom. With one last look, you see your parents, undisturbed by your absence. You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. The voices in your head are arguing again.
Looking in the mirror, you see yourself but disfigured. For the next two hours, you would spend your time in there instead of spending it with your parents. Christmas is suppose to be a time of peace and joyfulness. A time to reminisce on old events. There were times where you remembered the past and how you weren't afraid of growing up. Perhaps if you could show the reality to your past self, would they understand? Why you are in so much pain with no one there?
Just imagine.
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