Something bad happened today.
He left me at night when they said we had to sleep. I saw something in his eyes. It was struggle.
I knew he needed me. He said that he couldn't sleep the other day. He was going to do something bad. I just felt it in my bones.
He did. He hurt himself. I saw him taken care by the doctors.
He opened his eyes to see me. I was sad. I was sad that I couldn't stop him.
I was angry at myself that I couldn't help. So I cried all night in the janitor's closet.
Nobody found me.
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