I watched the mist roll on in the quiet plains as the bus neared the town. It reminded me of the opening to Silent Hill. Only, the mist isn't as thick or as deadly. But it may as well be deadly, as no one can see a thing. And when it can't see a thing, the mind plays tricks.
The bus stopped short of the sign that reads 'Welcome to Mare Gallows'. I shakily swallowed three pills and got off, my small suitcase trailing behind and a large box under my arm.
New town, new life, right? Not when you have anxiety as bad as mine.
I walked into the town and down the streets to the empty building that is now my home.
The house itself wasn't too spacious. It was big enough for me. Perfect for my recovery. My problem? I'm a broken shell of a girl.
I quietly and quickly unlocked the door with my new keys. I ran in and shut the door before any one could see me. The rooms had a slight musky smell as I unpacked what I managed to bring. Everything else was being shipped here from my old town. Including my trusty old bike.
This Friday, I'd been starting at a new school. And this Saturday I have to start looking for a part-time job to support myself.
I took my pills again before dinner. As long I had my medication, I knew I'd recover enough to stay with my grandparents back in my old familiar town.
As they say, Tomorrow is another day.