Over and over again

I kept on hearing that single thought inside my mind over and over again as I slowed my steps while walking, and how very timid those steps were. 


The single thought it said: I don't want to go home. 


It became like a chant, over and over again. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. 


And it's not as if I really wanna think of it. It just rang inside the hallows of my skull over and over again. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. 


But I was. No matter how I dreaded it. I was there at the doorstep. The dog barked at me. I wish it didn't. It just signified my arrival, which I better not had.