Death
Thunder rumbled distantly, but it was enough to get me to hide under the kitchen table, shivering, fighting memories. That loud noise always reminded me of Granny's death, at the hands of a family friend. Did it cross my parents' mind, as they let him in, that he would be the one responsible for her demise?
I guess they didn't notice that he was on his painkillers again.
But I did. So I hid under the sink. And left Granny to fend for herself. Why am I such a horrible person? And now they wonder why I'm scared of thunder.
