The fear of it happening all over again.
Another tragic phone call,
Police at our door,
Having to use a wash rag to wipe your tears since you ran out of tissues.
I'm afraid of it happening again.
I'm afraid of getting the report back,
Because only god knew what happened.
I'm afraid of letting my mom read it and seeing her hurt.
I'm afraid of knowing my grandma won’t get out of bed for days because she's hurting.
I'm afraid of more sudden news.
The fact that it happened and I never wanted to.
My greatest fear is something I cannot control.
I'm afraid of it happening again,
I'm afraid to have to deal with everything all over again.
By Piper Tate, age 14