I felt a sense of relief once I was in the house when the door was shut behind me, making me lean against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, now feeling like I was able to breathe since the incident.
“Rough day at school?” I heard my grandmother’s voice ask, making me open my eyes to see her once again sitting on her recliner chair, rocking away, making me wonder if she ever moves from it.
Obviously, I couldn’t tell her the truth about my day, as I was sure that she would call my shrink back in California in a heartbeat. So instead, I just said to her, “Yeah, you could say that.” As I tried to head straight to my room, but she stopped me by saying, “Raven, is everything okay? You look a little flush.”
Not turning to face her, I said to her, “I’m just late taking my medicati
