William, It Was Really Nothing

She said it. She said I didn't understand. That I didn't care. I burst back with, "I know more than anyone. I almost died because of it...and everyday I am reminded by my scars." The three of us, my sister, mom, I, replied with tears, and I ran to my room. I delve into my novel, concentrating harder than ever. I don't like relieving what happened, remembering that I have a constant reminder of my juvenile ways.