MADISON
It’s so hard to bear
Chris didn’t let me come home alone. In one last sacrificial act, he claimed to go with me and to have spoken with my father. I don’t know exactly what was said between them and I don’t even want to know. I don’t believe they discussed my state of health, but their snivelly agreement instead.
Now everything’s getting back to normal, I can no longer bear to be around him. My father clearly ordered him not to show up again and me not to call. I want to forget him, I want to forget this all of this horrid affair, because it’s like stealing a dream from me and then returning it as an altered reality.
Everything in my room is about him. I therefore decide to move his records and photos of him into another room, but I almost immediately freeze. For better
