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"We love you—"

I watch as the message disappears and move out from under the pier doc. I called them at 5 in the morning here, why did I think this was a good idea? Now I cant stop shaking. My face is wet and my eyes are bloodshot. My nose is running and my breath is erratic. I need to get a hold of myself but I can't.

I never wanted to put them in pain with my absence, I just had to stop my own hurting that persisted while I was there.

They were crying. They were broken. They are pregnant. My mom is expecting a baby. When did they find out? Are they going to be more happy with it than if I were there?

I let myself cry as the sun comes up. How is it that I left feeling alone, and in this moment, in this safe haven of a camp that I risked my life for, I'm starting to feel lonely again.

I cant go back home. I miss them, I love them, but I can't. Is there no place for me? Am I not supposed to be here either?

april 21, 2020

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