Broken and Screwed

I looked at him from the doorway, but he averted his gaze. I still saw it. Fear.

I didn’t blame him for staying in the truck. I even understood it. I understood why everyone stopped visiting me. Something wasn’t right with me anymore. I knew that, but all I felt was the cold. And rage. I now had so much rage in me, too much to control at times. The nights were the worst as I stayed in my home. I had been abandoned. I was haunted. And all I wanted to do was destroy everything.

So it made sense why Justin stayed in the truck. Even Angie couldn’t hide how her arms trembled or the nervous twitch in her eye. As she said her goodbye, she couldn’t say it fast enough.

I stood and watched them go. They all left.

And then I turned back to the house to finish my own packing. I was leaving for Grant West University the next morning.