@Anita: I got a bit of sleep, not much. Mother woke me up, to go grocery shopping with her.

Whenever it’s just her and I, things just feel right. Like that’s how it’s supposed to be. Sometimes, I stay up past when he leaves the house and she wakes up. The sounds of only her rustling in the kitchen always comforts me. But the dream of us living alone is always cut short, one way or another. It sucks that I have to waste my entire adolescence in hiding. But it could always be worse.

The grocery store was packed. She kept trying to get me to fish things for her here and there, but I can never help but feel like I’m in everyone’s way. I was completely overwhelmed, at times. I don’t think she really understood how scared I am of people. Enough to laugh at me.