The fog

"Why are you crying, love?"
I hear his voice through the fog. "Huh?" What is he talking about? I'm not crying! Wait. My cheeks are wet. I AM crying. I didn't know. It's so dark in here. In my head. So very, very dark. I can't open my eyes. I sink darker into my hole. Still we drive on. I'm scared. Terrified really. I know I need to eat, but I just can't take another bite. Petrified. And the fog. Oh, the fog! It's so dark. So very, very dark.
"What are you thinking, baby?"
"Huh?" Oh, it hurts! It hurts! My heart hurts so much! It's breaking into little pieces and I can't find them all! I can't DO this!!! Somebody please help me!!
We stop. We're here. I want to run away, but I don't. I fall into Jason's arms and he holds me. He prays. I think. The fog. Oh, the fog!
We go inside. He talks to the lady at the window. We wait. I'm scared. Terrified. But they won't keep me. I know they won't keep me because I didn't do anything, right? They won't keep me, right? No. They wouldn't. I'll be going home soon. We sit. We wait. And we wait some more.