A N O N Y M O U S.

C H A P T E R 1 O

M A Y F I T H 2 O 1 3

3 : O 7

"Regrets collect like an old friend
Here to relive your darkest
Moments"
-Florence and the machine

My sister wasn't feeling too well today, and my mom was at work.

Therefore I was a 'babysitter' for the day.

Literally.

I brought her soup and cold towels for her head.

More Braxton Hicks more babysitting.

While she was sleeping I snuck into her (my) room.

I was looking for one thing in particular, a little pink box.

I found it under a pile of dirty clothes on the floor.

I took one of the little sticks out of the box, and stashed it in my coat pocket.

She wouldn't miss it.

She woke up a bit later, and I had more babysitting to do.

Mom didn't get home till 2:00, but once she did, I pushed her pregnant daughter on her.

I told her she's all yours, and went up to the roof.

Now here I am, waiting for someone who'll never show up.

Then again, that's what I thought while I was waiting at the curb.

Maybe I'm wrong.

I hope I'm wrong.

Signed,

anonymous