“Hey sweetie, I just wanted to check in and see if you’re coming to the celebration tonight? You don’t have to, but everyone is excited to see you, so I hope you will”, Dad said, poking his head around my bedroom door.
“I’m just getting myself ready now, Dad. I’ll be down in a minute or two”, I chuckled, waving my hand, for him to leave.
I’d spent most of the day in my room, thinking over everything that had happened, from before I left, to now. It was clear that whoever sent that message, meant to scare me. Was it to scare me into leaving again, or to scare me into isolation; I didn’t know, but there was no way that I was going to let myself be afraid of them, I wasn’t the same pathetic girl I was before I left.
Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I realised just how mu
