Ever since I hurt you I've changed. Stuff I used to never think about is cacophonous in my brain. It's all I can think about. I sit with my sister, the only person I have left, and I have these sick, sick fucking thoughts about her I don't even wanna... How's that my fault? When can I go home…?
I remember when she found me there. And she just looked like she hadn't seen me at all until that point. All those long horrible days of being stuck in the same house. We had somehow just... missed each other. She brushed me aside, we didn't speak, she didn't even look at me after that, just stared straight ahead. She never made a choice to help protect me, or believe that I could be better. It was just an understanding.
She is now the first person to really understand me.
Video 13.