It was mid-afternoon when I finally woke up.

I don’t recognize this ceiling…

And then I did.

And I almost went full panic mode.

But I settled down as I remembered the events of the previous day – of arriving at the bus station, of Mom picking me up and driving me back here…back where it all began.

A shudder slipped through my shoulders.

Reluctantly, I tossed off the threadbare scrap of a blanket, crawling off of the mattress on the floor. It was stiflingly hot and humid, and I didn’t like it.

Rising up and looking at myself in the cheap mirror that had been pulled out for me, I realized that I looked like a total mess.

Huge bags under my eyes? Check.

Ratty t-shirt and a pair of panties? Check.

Ragged, unwashed hair? Check.

Don’t I just look like a fairy princess.

I could hear scrounging about in the kitchen.

“You finally awake in there?” My mom called out from a few rooms away.

“Yeah, going to take a shower,” I replied back.

“Go on, then!” She shouted.

I stumbled over to the bathroom with a change of clothes, flicking on the shower. As I waited for the water to warm up a little more than arctic blast, I stared myself in the mirror.

This is what life is going to be like, I told myself. At least for a little while. I can always find another way once I’ve got my footing. Maybe I can hitchhike out to the city and find myself a job waiting tables.

I shook my head.

The last time I pulled that stunt, I got lucky. Things could have ended up so bad… Like with those bikers back at the bar…

Can I be lucky a second time? A third?

I doubted it. I’d used up most of my luck living this long.

Once the water was finally just warm enough to climb in, I settled into the shower. She only had a single bar of soap, so I tried to lather off the top layer before rudimentarily scrubbing down my body.

I needed it. The thin layer of oil and grime came off.

I’d only been in the shower less than ten minutes before the water starting turning bone-chillingly cold again. Shrieking and fighting the faucet, I hopped back out and dried off, then dressed myself in my underwear, a graphic tee, and my miniskirt. All I had were some of my old bartending clothes. At least I felt human again…

I wandered into the kitchen, where my mom was watching her soap operas on a small countertop set.

Mom glanced over at me and scowled.

“You look like a hooker.”

“It’s just hot in here,” I told her sadly.

“Yeah, well, the A/C still ain’t fixed. Get used to being hot. Speakin’ of, you used up all my hot water, didn’t’cha?”

“I wasn’t in the shower long, Mom,” I reassured her, moving towards the refrigerator.

“Now how am I gonna shower?”

“I thought you said you didn’t need it?”

“Are you back-talking me?”

Fearfully, I glanced over at her. Mom’s eyes were wide and calculating, and I was afraid that she was going to lash out at me.

“No, Mom. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again, I swear!”

She glared at me furiously.

Finally, she huffed with a cruel smile.

“See that it doesn’t, baby-child.”

I nodded, and she turned her attention back towards her soap operas. Meanwhile, I scrambled as quietly but quickly as possible. She hadn’t gone to the grocery store or anything, so it was looking like breakfast was going to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Scratch that… Peanut butter sandwich it is.

I toasted a pair of bread slices and waited the two minutes in painful, awkward silence. When they popped out, she jumped slightly, casting me a scowl, and I apologized and slathered one side with peanut butter.

“You gonna just sleep all day?” Mom asked as I was disappearing through the door behind her.

“No, Mom.”

“Good. See that you don’t. I have a friend coming over later. I need your help.”

“Help?”

I turned towards her, and she tilted her head as if to continue talking to me. Her eyes were still glued to the countertop television.

“Yeah. This place is a mess. Maybe you could show your appreciation for the roof over your head by cleaning up a bit. Been hard to keep the house up with my disability...”

“Who’s coming over?”

Mom turned to me.

“Someone like none of your concern.”

I could feel myself trembling. I didn’t know who was coming, but something told me that I wasn’t going to like it.

Mom’s face sweetened with pity.

“Oh Angel…I’m sorry. It’s just…you’ve been gone so long. All those sleepless nights, afraid that you were dead…maybe I’ve forgotten how to be good to you. Come here.”

I set my sandwich down and padded over to her. She threw her arms open, and I bent down to hug her.

Her embrace was strong. Warm. Relaxing.

“There, there…I’m sorry that I’ve been a bit grumpy today. I can’t find my medication. I know it does things to me when I don’t take it…”

“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her.

“That’s right. It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

I nodded, and we separated.

“Now, I’ve got something for you to do. Something to help you pass the time, at least. I won’t be having any more back talk.”

Mom pointed towards the kitchen at the huge stack of filthy dishes overflowing in the sink.

“Clean that up like a good girl, then you can start on the rest of the house. Now, let me catch up on my soaps, and I’ll take you into town later to get you some groceries. That sound good to you?”

I nodded reluctantly.

It was hard to keep from feeling a little uneasy. Something about this place seemed wrong. Wisps of memories flashed in and out of existence, but my time in this house was a dark blur. Fear. Sadness. Hopelessness…

Amidst them all, the one dark memory of this place I could still hang onto… The one I wished I could forget…

The night I ran away.