Part. 32 -Breathe-
"Round and round on a horse like a carousel." ~ Melanie Martinez
This is killing me.
Why did I do that?
Why. It isn't my place.
I broke my fucking phone.
I exploded for no reason.
Why can't you control yourself, why can't you be normal. Why can't you just help yourself?
Why are you caring for other people?
I paced around in the downstairs bathroom of her house.
When I passed by pictures in her house, one in particular she was wearing shorts and slashes were all over her legs. Was I the only one who noticed it?
What is it with her? What is this thing that she is hiding from me...
I bit my lip from frustration.
This whole month I've been trying to figure out what it is... I'm trying to figure her out.
I swear if someone is hurting her...
I'm going to kill them. Him, her, I don't care.
Why did it take me this long to figure it out?
My blood boiled from rage.
I should've known.
No one just 'falls' and randomly lands on soap dish bar. Everything all of these nightmares... they aren't normal. All the time she would cry or complain about something in her sleep.
How come this whole month she's just been... fine? This isn't her.
She hasn't done anything...
Maybe she took care of it? Maybe she is fine. Maybe she doesn't need my help. Maybe she isn't scared anymore. Maybe she doesn't need me anymore.
Maybe I wasn't anything at all to her.
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I jolted up, sweat dripping down my neck. I scrambled for the pills beside me and popped two into my mouth. "I shouldn't have done that." I muttered. I sat up shaking violently, waiting for the medication to kick in. Slowly I started to feel numb a...