No

You waited and then knocked again and waited some more, but it soon became apparent that no one was home. No one going to answer the door.

Lost is what you were. **** was your destination, but what you were was lost. You couldn't face your sister. Your mother was away. Your best friend wasn't where you had expected her to be, and with all that was going on, you couldn't imagine where she would be now. So you were lost. Wandering in the darkness without anywhere to go but into more darkness.

Your feet started pacing the floor, your hands running through your hair, your breathing became more shallow, and tears welled up in your eyes. None of this had been your decision. You weren't capable of making decisions now, not now that you were lost.

The world would go on without you, it went on without you as you stumbled around in your own head amongst millions of different thoughts, of regrets. Oblivious to the outside world you didn't notice as a figure walked up to you.