You were waking up choking on your own screams almost every night, drenched in a cold sweat. The nightmares were indescribable—literally. It was impossible to communicate their contents to your mom or your friends. They were a feeling more than anything else. It was like waking up in your own grave, or drowning forever without ever dying.
So you went to live with your aunt and cousins in New Hampshire for a few months. Word got back to you that a lot of people took this as a clear sign of your guilt. It didn't matter that you were never arrested and had an alibi. You had run away to escape what you had done, plain and simple.
So what do those people think it means that you're coming back now?
Maybe you should have stayed in New Hampshire. You didn't really make any new friends there, but on the bright side nobody bothered you and you found ways to stay busy.