The day is dense I have no feeling left about waking up at 5pm about eating food it doesn't appeal to me A lowered curtain over stony faces covers dripping sadness The silence in the room the paralysis the hesitant steps her forward slumped shoulders the glaze in her eyes the end. three pairs of pants four collared shirts two pairs of shoes sit in the trunk of the car that is leaving soon. It pulls up to a house with parents inside I watch them, ashamed they will take me in. the car pulls off.