Sorry I was preoccupied with finals.
I drove fast, I wanted to be home. Home? I had no home. A sense of pain washed over me. Maybe Rosalie was right, I probably did kill my own mother, if I was never born, if I never went down stairs that night... I was just 'popping-in', intruding on my mothers life and now my aunt's perfect life.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Mary you alright? I've never seen you so sad, miserable and you ran a red light, twice." Sebastian said, true worry in his eyes.
I did? Hmmmm. Maybe I should pay more attention next time I drive. If I ever drive again. I looked out the window, and saw the turn off to the house. I slowed down considerably, instead of going 115, I was going 75. I wondered how they were going to react. But they weren't doing anything. 'I don't even know why Alice puts up with you. You just bring your problems'. Rosalie's words haunted me.