We’d had the locks changed and
started using the alarm system again. I stopped taking Peaches on her daily afternoon
walks, unless my mom was home and could go with me. Every morning before I
drove to school, I opened the back door of my car and made sure no one was
hiding there. I never opened the blinds anywhere in the house any more. When I
left work, I always had someone walk me out, even if it meant waiting around an
extra 30 minutes before a co-worker was free. Before I got in, I checked the
backseat again obsessively. I stopped answering the home phone. I quit eating. I couldn't sleep, because every little sound I heard woke me up and
made me convinced someone was in the house. And I saw him everywhere, even when
he wasn’t really there.
That was how Dylan broke me down, piece by piece.
That was how Dylan broke me down, piece by piece.
How is NaNoWriMo 2014 going for you? I've been perpetually behind for the last week, but hope to log in some extra words to make up for it this weekend.
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