Gaslighting Owen

Escaping the prison of his own mind

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

Head down, shoulders slumped, I sat hunched over my cereal bowl, shoveling Cap’n Crunch into my mouth as fast as I can, escaping to school my only thought. Voices raised, my ever-loving parents — sarcasm is my native tongue — bicker and argue as they browbeat me for something they think I did. Not even paying attention to me. They’re up in each other’s faces. Voices raised…