I was sitting in my room, the silence burdened my body and made my mind all foggy and less and less concentrated. My concern was slowly killing me. I had never been much of an overthinker, but this was even too much for me not to worry and go through worst-case-scenarios. Time seemed to pass so much slower than usual, each second felt like an eternity, while I was waiting for news.

I tried to distract myself by turning my computer on and played a few games, but my thoughts kept drowning me and my mood.

Last time I saw my mom was 11 hours ago, she drove off early in the morning to go to the hospital with her, and didn't answer any of my calls since then.

Did something happen?

Did they find more?

Is she dead?

Why isn't mom coming home?

Did she have a breakdown?

I could do nothing but sit still and wait,

wait,

wait,

wait.

Wait, till they'd come back.

Wait, while my thoughts kept on getting louder and louder and harder and heavier to listen to without losing my mind.

If they ever came back.