the broken

Chapter 36

JUNE, 2009

Phil

He's only one room over. A wall between us but it's a canyon it's a river with no bridge and swollen waters. The ground is filled with land mines ready to go off and neither of us can cross it, for fear of blowing up. I can hear him come in, come out, go to school, come back, and every click of the door makes me angry sad bad because I'm not strong enough to talk to him to ask him why he would do that I'm not strong enough to look him in the eyes not ready to see how little I must've meant to him and maybe it is cowardly to hide but delaying the inevitable is the only thing i'm strong enough to do.

So I whisper to the walls instead.

Why was I not good enough?

I need to know what's wrong with me. Please.

The walls never answer.
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