I woke up to the sound of driving on a quiet road. I was covered in a warm blanket, and there was a puke bucket right beside me.

For a minute there I didn’t even know I had been asleep.

Where was I anyway?

I’m in the back of someone’s car, my head hurts , and not to mention I’m in an extremely vurnerbale position.

Oddly enough I am finding comfort in this uncertainty. I feel like a child again.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” I heard a woman ask out loud, with the assumption that I couldn’t hear her.

I finally opened my eyes widely to see a familiar looking face driving the vehicle. A wave of comfort came over my body.

I am safe with her.

I coughed and slurred, “ dunno.. the pain feels good.”

…

Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She abruptly turned into to a dimly lit rest area.

“You know, I’m not an idiot so I’m not going to continue driving when I’m upset. But this is *REALLY* unfair. You know that?” She took off her seatbelt and looked back at me.

Now I could see her clearly. It’s my sister. Damn. It’s been a minute.

“Why!? d..do you KEEP doing this!?”

She was expecting a response, but in all honesty I really couldn’t give her one.

“Do you think I enjoy running after your ass!? I’m only doing this because mom is worried sick about you, and I’ll be dammed if she comes out here looking for you every time YOU have a little break down.”

Silence.

“SAY SOMETHING. ANYTHING. I’m not talking to myself now, am I!?”

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