Every time I get calmed down it starts again. I can hear my dad’s voice. I hear the doorbell. I hear them knock. I hear them coming up the drive. I see their lights. They’re coming. They must be.
Bryce, 16, Christian, Gay, Human.
Every time I get calmed down it starts again. I can hear my dad’s voice. I hear the doorbell. I hear them knock. I hear them coming up the drive. I see their lights. They’re coming. They must be.
