She inched down the hallway towards the elevator. Everything was spinning. Agoraphobia is real, Doris thought. It IS! I’m not making this shit up! Tears flowed down her cheeks. No one seemed to believe her, especially her family. She remembered what Becky said that time she told her she couldn’t go to the funeral.
“I can’t believe you are going to miss my mother’s homegoing. She was your aunt! The only one who cared for you after your mother left you!”
Becky hadn’t spoken to her again after that, and that had been two years ago. The final words stung in her ears.: “You selfish, bitch!” she had yelled, slamming down the phone. Things were always tentative with her family after mommy left. She pushed the down button. She had to escape those things that had made their way into her apartment. The doors opened. Her eyes widened. Out they came, and everything went dark.