Zoned Out

***Hazel***

I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be holding a knife when my hands were trembling this badly.

The blade shook with every shallow breath I took. One wrong move, and I could’ve sliced more than just the carrots. But I couldn’t stop. Chopping, stirring, cleaning—anything to keep my hands busy, anything to drown out the storm inside my head.

Every few seconds, my gaze darted to the clock