I always wonder how different my life would be if I had taken up the cop’s offer that day to put me into therapy. When they finally arrested my dad for trying to film us in secret in the bathroom. My paranoia has only gotten worse since that happened, because I think there’s always someone watching me. A camera I can’t spot. I’ve been anxious ever since one of my own teachers humiliated me in front of my class, forcing me to look at my own classmates judging me because I was too quiet for her liking. I’ve been severely socially stunted since. I barely leave my room. I can’t maintain a real friendship longer than a couple months. And now I’m a burden to my family, because I can’t find a job immediately after graduation, when everyone else seems to have their life figured out. I can’t help with the bills. I’m a leech in this house and not even my newborn nephew can get me out of this dark place. I’ve had nights where I thought about just opening the window and jumping. Second floor.