nineteen august
ten : fifty p.m.

she came back with her father. we went into martinsburg to get some hooks to hang our curtains with. it started raining while we were shopping.

on the way back..it was so strange. it was so strange.

everything made me nervous. there were no street lamps, it was completely black, we were at the bottom of a hill. at the top, something was flashing yellow. i knew that it was just the pedestrian sign we'd passed on the way there, but i was convinced it was something different. something horrible. i don't know what was wrong.

i was absolutely positive that we would get into an accident. i kept waiting for the car to go sliding off the road into the trees. i was sure that we were all going to die. i was sure. something just kept telling me that, over and over. you're going to get into an accident. you're going to die. all of you.

i was so scared. she kept talking about her cats, and i was just staring out the windshield, looking for the place where we would crash.

it never came.

i'm still just as nervous. i don't know what it is. i sound crazy. maybe i am.

i wish i would stop feeling this. i don't understand it. i know i'm not going to die. i know it.