Yelling
Alicia and I have been talking about what the Camper said. It was more like an argument actually. There was yelling. I'm not good with yelling. I shut down when there's too much yelling. This is how the argument ended. “Please Alicia, we have to try! If we don't do anything now..” I begged her. Alicia sighed and rubbed her fingers over her temple and nose. “It's a trap. You know that!” “Of course I do. You have a different plan then?” “Yeah, it's called not going on a suicide mission!” “You're already sick! If we don't find a doctor we can trust you'll be death soon. Isn't that also suicide? My mother is a doctor and we can trust her. We just need to find her and-” “I'm fine!” She shouted. I curled up in the passenger seat. We both know that was a lie but I couldn't respond. I was too much of a coward to say it then so I'll say it here. Even this is scary but these last couple of months have been one scary thing after anoth...