I went back to my bed and threw myself on it. Picking up Scooby again and curling into a ball facing the wall I started crying. I had to keep it down. I didn't want Mark to hear or my parents who finally after years of it had let me stop counseling a few months ago because I told them I was fine. Yeah I was fine alright sobbing into a stuffed animal because I couldn't lay down with my brother. Never mind the fact I had come within seconds of kicking Jack's eye out. I was just fucking peachy.

I must have cried myself to sleep as I jumped...