ACIR HILLS
"I thought we were just going to eat lunch?”
As soon as my parents left the apartment, I didn’t have the ability to fall back into a deep sleep. My thoughts were all jumbled up and my physical state had a hard time processing what happened. Instead, I curled into a fetus position on the living room’s sofa until my alarm blasted through the apartment—completely fading the silence I was enveloped in.
The only thing was, the voices in my head weren’t silent.
It was deafening to a point that I wanted nothing more than to scream loudly as if that would make the voices stop. Unless it won’t. I’m aware of this already, so I let myself wallow in the pit of my own demons.
A part of me was ashamed that my parents found out that I was faking the life I’m currently living in. My real g
