I wanted to sleep.
You are already sleeping, Lewis said James.
“It’s not my fault,” I retorted, “I can’t wake up!”
And you shouldn’t Paranoid Patty was there; her voice distant, but she was there, It’s better this way
Yes. Much better. Safer. He can’t hurt me here.
That’s right! He can’t! she said.
Who can’t!? that was James. He did not know. I’d spent 3 years not wishing to know.
The HIM Patty whispered.
The Him! He put me here. He hurt me.
Who’s that, Lewis? James pressed.
NO! I won’t! I don’t want to remember. I want to sleep. Sleeping is safe. Safe from Him.
Exactly urged Patty.
SHUT UP ! James wheeled around on her and charged her, and she ran. Far away.
My inner-voice was small: “No…”
James was close now. Breathing down my proverbial neck,
Who is it, Lewis?! Who hurt you!?
I can’t!
WHO IS IT
NO!
Turn that fear in to anger Lewis. He should not have hurt you. You should not be here!
“It was CHRIS !”
Molly stood at the foot of my bed, biting her lip.
“Hi”