Torn

Sunflower Sadness

It's the end of July now. 

My wrist is no longer scabbed, but scarred.

I was transferred to a mental facility.

Jean's been paying my rent.

Her and Antonio are the only ones who visit.

I haven't talked to anyone else. I've ignored them.

Adolfo and Anthony grew worried after a few days and went to Antonio.

They know what happened but I didn't let Antonio tell them my location.

I have therapy everyday. A one on one with a psychiatrist and group.

I'm on two anti depressants. 

I guess I'm feeling better. It's an illusion from the medication.

One afternoon, I'm sitting in my room, working on a piece called "Torn."

I hear a knock on the door, figuring it's my nurse, Peter.

It was Anthony, in his hands a vase of sunflowers.

My breathing sped up and tears formed in the corners of my eyes.

He put the vase on the windowsill and sat on the side of my bed.

"Hey calm down."

"What do you want Anthony? How did you even get here?!"

"I called around asking for your name. I wanted to see you and say I'm sorry..."

"Yeah whatever Anthony."

"Rose I still love you. I miss you. I feel so lonely without you..."

"You blew everything!"

"I leave tomorrow, okay?!"

"Fine!"

He grabs both my hands.

"You know I've wanted to be with you since eighth grade..."

"I know... It just... It won't work."

"Are you still with Adolfo...?"

"No..."

"Come with me tomorrow."

"Are you insane?!"

"A little. Rosie come on, everything will be okay. I'll take care of you... You won't be alone ever again..."

"Anthony..."

"Please!"

"I can't and I'm sorry..."

He sighs and stands up. "Okay."

"I just..."

"Rosie I get it. I'll video call everyday. I promise."

He kisses my cheek, and while he's bent over I hug him tight.

"I love you..." 

"I love you too..."

He was gone again.

All I was left with was the flowers and my thoughts.