Six

Chapter 6:
Ever since she told me I couldn't leave. I haven't. I don't know why but, I'm hopelessly afraid of her.
She told me she would drive me crazy if I did. Why would she do that? I don't wanna think much
about it because, I don't know what else she can do or, at least whats she's willing to do. I walked to
the kitchen and started making some breakfast. No electricity. I just end up making some cereal. I go
and sit on the couch to finish my breakfast. He came up to me today. What would he want?
"What do you want?" I said.
"I just wanna tell you something." He said.
"Then just tell me."
"Not here, not now."
He walked away. I got a feeling that maybe she wasn't all that powerful. Maybe her mouth was as
big as a cat's arrongance. I lost my apitite. I didn't wanna do anything anymore. My life was comp-
letly blank without Paul. I had nothing to do nor say. I was lonely. Not the lonely you laugh at for
just kidding around but, how I feel now. In a rehab with no escape. Exactly how I felt then is how I
feel now. I go to my room, remembering there's a few books for me to read. I just started reading
one of my favorite books Immortal by Gillian Shields. Hours went by unawaring. I realized just how
lonely it was. It was just me, the apartment, and my imagination. You must be wondering why I
call it my imagination. That word is just to painful to say too much. Regardless of them saying I am
when I know I'm not. Imagination is less painful.