He felt uneasy reminiscing, but before he had the chance to distract himself, sitting on his chair at the dorm, another memory jumped before his eyes.


    gummies she’s been taking, but by the looks of it, she must have had a couple of sleepless nights. That would also explain the hug she gave me, he reasoned, for when she had been popping pills, she’d have guilt wash over her, resulting in weird fits of affection, and Shawn wasn’t fond of them, all right.


    Poor Will, god. Dad is gone, and Mom seems to be entirely out of it. He is all alone. Why am I leaving? Shouldn’t I be here to take care of him?


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    these were the first steps on his journey.  It was a most peculiar conjuncture of brain chemicals that made it feel like his heart was on fire. Peculiar because that very fire that was burning him, the pain of leaving his family behind, also prodded him, for it meant he had something worth pursuing, something bigger, beyond the pain he felt. “Here we go,” he said, lifting his pants and straightening his jacket again.


    Sixteenth of August. I am packing my things, ashamed. Ashamed to be so fearful. Ashamed that I am of no use to my family… I’m worried about them. The voices in my head are violent. Will they ever go away?


    Let this trip spur my passion for biology, and if it should be that I find out that I hate it and don’t want to do this anymore… then so be it. Just let me move on.”


    wonder who is going to be there…?