" Time is the best medicine. "
FINNICK GREEN
Two month later.
I was heavily nervous. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and my mind was jumbled with multiple thoughts that I couldn't stop myself from thinking. I didn't want to do this at all, I wanted to curl up in my bed and never get up. Better yet, I wanted to run away and never return but at the same time I wanted to face my fears.
I was beginning to do that, face my fears. I remember maybe two weeks ago I finally came home after being gone for so long. My parents were a mix of angry and emotionally wrecked. My mom was a crying mess, sobbing and hitting me, asking me why I wasn't responding to their calls or coming home. Not to mention the fact that my dad ruined my favorite shirt when he pulled against my collar and exposed
