My Domicile

I come home, but it's not really home, not to me. I come to my room in Zoees house. She doesn't talk to me. No matter how much I tell her I'm lonely and going through things. She chooses to not talk to me. Whenever she has a problem with anything, she stops talking to me. So that's how I know something is wrong. What's exactly wrong? Your guess is as good as mine. I can tell you in a day or two when she finally tells me, but until then I will sit here and wonder what could be bothering her so much that she doesn't want to talk to me. She knows I sit here and imagine the worst scenarios because we have talked about it. About how I can't help imagining her wanting to leave me, kicking me out, someone dying, all those terrible scenarios. She still chooses to leave me wondering everytime and my heart hurts. I just want to feel loved. It's terrible coming home and feeling more alone next to the person you love, then when your out with strangers