Meghan
The brisk night air bites at my bare shoulders as I run back home, my feet pounding against the quiet asphalt. My chest heaves, but it isn’t just from exertion—it’s the guilt, the frustration, the overwhelming torrent of emotions that have tangled into an unbearable knot within me. By the time I reach the familiar stone path leading to my front door, my hands are trembling as I fumble with the keys.
As soon as I step inside my room, the door slams shut behind me. I rest my back against it, inhaling deeply to steady my racing heart. The dimly lit bedroom feels both comforting and suffocating. My sanctuary, yet the place where all my demons seem to gather when I’m alone.
I sink to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest, and press my forehead against them. What have I done? Why did
