Isolation
CHAPTER 2-- I lay in bed. Awake. Possibly pondering the meaning of life. Or listening to Dad’s exasperating rant about firing his secretary. I could hear just a bit of what seemed like Emeline agreeing with my dad, telling him ridiculous ways to fire that poor woman. I just can’t blame my mom. If this is what she had to deal with every day, she is one strong and tolerating woman. At this point, it is so tempting to stomp down the stairs and scream at the top of my lungs to tell them to stop. It is possible, but not without a proper month of grounding and consequences I’d prefer not to face. Instead, I take advantage of my daily insomnia and decide to take a shower as I have been awake for hours and it is four in the morning. I sleepily glide towards the bathroom. As I reach for the bottle of soap to wash my unkempt hair, I glance at the red lipsticks my mother use to use in the cabinets next to the mirror in the bathroom. I miss my mom so much. Ever since she left, sick & tired...