Date: 2005-12-02 03:42 am (UTC)
THe closet was a ruin.

You tore through the doors. The glass paned one when dialing my door didn't work. My front door was shattered, and my walk-in closet. You yanked the pipe from the walls that held the hangars for my clothes, and the belt around my neck. I heard the roar. I thought it was the last thing I would hear.

You wouldn't let go of me. You let me cry. You let me say everything. You handled the landlord and the police. I never asked, but you unfolded the futon, and stayed. It was a week before you let me out...And even then, you kept a tight watch. Lots of videogames, lots of comfort food. But your eyes never left me. You always fell asleep after I did.

I never got to thank you.
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