thanksgiving was bad today. it was the first time i'd seen katy and carl in a while, and i thought maybe they could help me get rid of the night-people. just because i was sent... there... when i was a kid doesn't make me insane. i had a problem. i'm over it.
the night-people are real.
katy kept telling me to be quiet, that i was embarassing her. she makes me feel like a little kid. I'm twenty-five, for crying out loud. i know what's real and what's not. i know the night-people come in the darkness. i know they need my help. i know katy doesn't believe me, and i know she thinks i'm insane. i heard her talking to carl, her hotshot writer of a boyfriend, about possibly having me committed again. i can't let that happen because then i can't help the night-people get through the storm.
and they need my help.
it's my destiny.
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