Siting outside in the bitter cold
After crying so hard I almost puked
My fingers are turning numb and I can't see straight
Emotions feel like a lump in my throat
I can hear my mom talking inside the house
But I can't make out what she's saying
The golden light poring in from the windows is my only light source
And the suns not fully down yet. The sky is a kind of rusty brown color
The tree in our yard is barren and the branches move with every breath of wind, as does my jacket hoodie.
My eyes are still wet and the cold is travelling up my toes
I breathe slowly and it feels like heaven
I keep remembering the world geography assignment I left sitting on the living room floor, unfinished.
Now my fingers are more numb than ever. The song Cara Mia Addis from Portal 2 is running through my head. I never played the game, but the music's good
A friend just made a post on social media. I don't open in. She replies on one of my posts. She wishes that I get better. I don't open it.
I wonder if my mom ever got my aunt's call, and what she thinks
I can hear my dad speak. He sounds angry.
The door opens. It's my mom. And she invites me inside, where it's warm.