After we cleaned the table, I excused myself making my way to the guest room wanting to change out of my clothes to something more comfortable to sleep in and I wasn’t too sure if they were going to bed soon. I checked my phone again to send a small message to my mom to see if she’s fine and a reply back to Elliot who’s been curious to know how I’ve been doing. I stepped out of my room to head back downstairs when I stopped at my bedroom door and slowly opened it to look inside. My room did seem like it was cleaned out because my bedsheets were fixed, clothes that I had left on the floor were no longer there and could be seen folded back inside my dresser or hanging in my closet. I walked over to my bed and slowly sat down as I looked around unsure of how I feel.
I covered my face as I thought back to the last time I was here in this room, but it honestly felt like a blur. I couldn’t remember what happened, but I know what I did.
“Michael?”
