Why?

Why did I talk to him...

He won't want to be my friend.

He will be like everyone else.

I like him... but... I shouldn't.

I can't like people. I can't like people. I can't love people.

Do I love him?

No...

Maybe?

I don't know what love is anymore.

I just know what my heart being shattered feels like.

I never want that again.

Once Scott left, I started to panic.

All the thoughts of having a friend came back, thy were good until I remembered that they all... they all went away...

I'm lonely.

Scott won't last once he knows who I really am.

He doesn't know me because I have never talked to anyone in this building before.

They don't know that I've been abused.

They don't know why, they don't know, and they don't know when it all happened or started.

They never have gotten a word from me.

And I don't know what gotten into myself, I don't know what made me talk to Scott.

I felt something when he walked in.

I felt happy for a moment. But when he walked out, I felt sad and alone.

Why can't I be normal?

Why can't anyone love me?

Why can everyone else be loved, and I can't.

It's not fair.

I'm not right...

I'm crazy, they say.

Your ugly, they say.

Go kill you self, they say.

I've never thought about doing the last one until Travis started abusing me.

One of the reasons why I'm here.

But, I've stopped that.

I'm only here because I keep... keep thinking things and it makes me act different.

Travis said I was crazy.

Travis said I'll never be normal.

Maybe he was right.

No one can help me.

Can they?

As soon as I came into work this morning, I went right to Mitch's room.

He talked last night.

I couldn't believe it.

I take the keys and unlock his door, and gently knocking on the window. His head pops up and I see him brush his hair out of his face and stretch.

He walks to the end of his bed and looks down.

Did he get better?

Did he get worse?

...

I walk in.

"Good Morning, Mitch. How are you?" I ask.

No words.

What happened??

"Mitch?" I ask, sitting down next to him.

"Hm...?" He mumbles.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

He doesn't reply.

He moves his head, and looks towards the door.

I get up and close it. "No one can hear us, you can tell me." I says facing him.

"D-did you know I got.. I got abused?" He stuttered.

"Yes. I'm here to listen if you need to talk. Mitch, I'm your friend. And I know it will be hard for you to trust me but... I'm not leaving. Trust me. I spend the most time with you."

"Really?" He asks in a quiet voice.

"Mhmm." I say with a smile.

"I-I don't like talking..." he says.

"Well.. maybe you could tell me what happened. Then we could sing and talk about fun and happy things."

"I... I don't remember being happy."

"Can you tell me what happened? I'll listen, and won't tell a soul."

"P-promise?"

"Promise."

And so he began.

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