17-year-old Frankie Malkin tries to get her life back to "normal" after a traumatic event.
It was the first time I was being left alone in the house since...yeah.
No one had really been all that eager to go but I didn't need everybody hanging around for my benefit and missing out on what they actually wanted to be doing.
I mean, it was just like Dr Geffen kept saying...things were meant to be getting back to normal.
So what was normal?
Well, it was my dad going to golf with his friends like he did every second Saturday. It was my mom going to lunch with my aunt. It was my little sister Becca going to her swimming lesson and my little brother Dean going to his friend's birthday party.
That was all very normal.
And then there was me. Sitting in my room, staring at the wall, pretending to everyone else that I was reading or drawing or watching a movie online when all I was really doing was thinking about...yeah.
Was that normal?
Well, for now, it was as good as it was going to get.