Monday, June 29, 2015

Letters from the Dead pt. 55

After I had cleaned myself up, I called Leah.
I needed to talk to someone, a friend. 
I needed someone to tell me that the thoughts going through my head, the thoughts of…

I needed her to tell me that this wasn’t real. 
I wasn’t actually thinking about…

I couldn’t even bring myself to say it.
If I couldn’t say it, or even think it, then could I really do it?


I started dialing, my fingers shaking. 

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