here i am again — narrative,
Here I am again,
Thoughts soon halted by the trembling of a pen. A single drop of sweat staining the almost blank page covering her thighs. Recording her thoughts hadn't been nearly as simply as Phoebe had made it out to be. Especially when Lily's topic of choice this week would be centered around returning to the place it had all began. Where she had began. The start of a life she considered to be an actual horror film. Even leading up to present day and reminding her that no matter where she ran, everything always came full circle. Like a psycho killer refusing to give up on his obsession. There was no escape. Not even in Sanctum.
Some things have seemed to change, but most remain the same sad cassette tape stuck inside a dirty radio.
As bad as it was, the thoughts about not even making it to Italy again wasn't even the first major concern she had. Sure, things had crossed her mind, but it didnt outshine the fear of having to return home that had haunted her ever since the day she'd finally escaped. It wasn't under the worst circumstances, of course. She'd always imagined being yanked back by her father, or anyone else he could send after her. But he wouldn't be a problem anymore, and now.. now she was with a majority of people who actually cared for her.
Isn't it ironic?
She knew that everyone around her certainly had their own fears. Their own troubles and trauma of just the thought of the trip. But, it was so much more for her. It was everything. Where all of her life problems had stemmed from. She liked to think that, anyway. The one place she had deemed her own absolute hell. This wasn't one of her usual nightmares. This was reality. She could either finally begin to move on from her past, or simply crumble as she always seemed to do.