watch him fall through a blatant trapdoor
"I'm not real." Rang in my ears for days, I couldn't place my thoughts on how he isn't real.
I could hear him, I could smell him, I could FEEL him as he wrapped his arms around me before they took me away.
I could feel his hand graze my arm as they forcefully ripped me from the ground.
He was real. He had to be.
"Mr. Joseph, your progress has been promising. I say you're nearing release." My psychiatrist told me.
I didn't believe her. Josh knows the truth. She doesn't know me, Josh does.
I hate being alone, it gives my mind an excuse to think awful things, where is Josh?! Why isn't he here?!
I need him.
