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After



Chapter 7



Somehow I managed to fall asleep that night. The next morning, I woke up with tears on my face like a film, like a mask that would never reveal the real me again.  



I felt paralyzed in my bed. Thankfully it was the weekend so my parents wouldn’t be too concerned if I took a while to get up. Would they notice if I stayed in bed all day?



After a few hours of screaming into the pillow, rocking myself like a baby crying relentlessly, my mom knocked on the door and entered. I pretended to still be asleep. A few moments later I figured I had to make an appearance or my parents would grow worried.



I walked downstairs where my parents were sitting on the couch watching television. They looked at me, waiting patiently for me to say hello or something. I opened my mouth ajar but nothing came out. My vocal chords were not working. Last night it was as if I lost my voice in his arms.



They waited and waited until finally they asked what was wrong. I didn’t know what to do. Whether to storm to my room again or sit with them and pretend everything was ok. Somehow I was able to utter “Everything’s fine” in response to their question.  



I went to the kitchen and made myself a meal. It was nearly 3 p.m. I ate quietly and snuck away again.



Back in my room, all I could do was think about what happened. Think about what would happen next when I saw him again in class. That is, if I was able to hold myself together until Monday.



I just knew I would never be the same. Like a town after it is struck by a natural disaster. The residents try to pick up the pieces of what used to be their homes, their lives. But normality would never be restored. They would always remember what blew through their city.