It's been three months since I've returned home from camp and I haven't ventured into littlespace since. It's as if that carefree part of me died the second I stepped foot off of that horrid campus. The memories are still fresh in my head and no matter how hard I try to dissociate myself from last summer it continues to haunt me.
He haunts me.
I've been visiting with a therapist since the incident but the sessions never stick. I can remember going in and sitting down but the entire time I spend with her I have no grasp of recollection. I should probably fill her in on this but then again the likeliness of me forgetting is high.
I sigh and pull my knees to my chest. I'm sitting in bed with my back against the wall. My stuffies are scattered around me but I pay them no mind. All the time I spent confiding in them seemed imaginary. They were just piles of fluff, they'd never understand. They weren't alive.
I didn't feel alive.
I finally power on my phone. I hadn't bothered to ev...