I'm still staring at my ATM card lying quietly right next to my mac's touchpad as I type right now. The card has been looking pretty much the same with a bit of worn-offs here and there, but just a few hours ago I was still able to withdraw some money with it.

Now, I will never get to spend that money, and that's not the worst. It's not just my money. The account held the Stuco's profit from last year and an event's money to be used next week. But now it's all gone, zero, empty. Just a few hours ago, I received a phone call from the bank that issued my card, and by some deceitful words and threatening I was already on my way to an ATM. It was urgent, or at least according to that guy. He told me that there would be money wrongly deducted from my account because of some accounting problems emerged from a purchase, and I was needed to correct it. I did notice that it was kind of absurd, but I was worried. It wasn't my money, and it couldn't be taken away. So I followed his instructions and 20 minutes later all the money was just gone after a beep from the other side of the phone. 

I knew what happened at the moment, but it took me a while to believe it. I was petrified and my mind chaotic. I messed up, and it was big. With all the responsibilities I deemed myself capable of taking, I failed at the most simple task, to keep the money safe. In the next 10 minutes a repeating murmur ceaselessly reminded me of my stupid mistake, and then I was in a police station reporting the fraud. There wasn't much that could be done and I knew it, but I still begged for help.

I got home and gave myself a bit of time to calm myself down. It's time to face it. The money is gone, but I need it, and my parents are pissed. I knew that at the end of the day I will still need to take money from them. It's illogical to think that my parents will want me to pay them back since they've been paying for everything since I was born. But I knew I would feel even more guilty and worse and powerless if I don't return the money back to them. It's my fault, and I should be the one to deal with it. I should know how to do so, and I should achieve it within my power. I realized that I was more afraid of my inability to help the problem or to take the consequence than of the mess itself. I don't want my parents to take it for me. And although I know it will cost me time and sweat to make an equal amount of money, I will do it, and one day I will hand the money back to my parents and be responsible for the wrongs I made.