I am me, I haven't changed

Kailey pulled into her driveway and sat motionless behind the steering wheel. She pulled up the hand brakes and just stared at her front door. She didn't even bother to go to the back shed to park. She should really paint she thought as she looked at the wall and doors, for they looked shabby. That was because of the salted air and sea breeze. The paint was peeling and hanging off ...and the grass looked overgrown too.

She opened her door and stepped out unsure of how she was capable of moving at this time. How did she drive? Her legs wobbled as she made her way up her very sandy front steps, step siding, the useless concrete brick, full of adrenaline. She took a least two deep breaths before she placed her trembling fingers on the door handle and turned.