Capítulo 32: Chapter 32

Whitney

Zipping up my last suitcase, I sit back atop my bed and look around the room I have had the pleasure of calling home.

It's been six weeks since everything has happened. Six weeks of being free and learning exactly who I plan to be. So much has changed in the last six weeks and every moment of them has been pure bliss.

Well almost all pure bliss.

Shortly after the investigation was over and complete, I had flashbacks and anxiety. Olga, whom I continue to see, told me that it was normal for me to have these feelings of panic and frustration. I had killed someone whom hurt me and as angry as I was and as much as I hated him, I felt guilt. It was a strange sensation, and one that I was not very comfortable with, but in the end, my family and friends were there to help me through it.

Mom walks in, holding a few tissues in her hand crying even more when she sees my bare room. Dad walks in shortly behind her chuckling at her only to receive a swat to his gut.