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Oh my God. This was not happening. He was not here. I'm hallucinating. He CAN'T be here. Then, the more I started to think, the more it all made sense. Damn, how could I have been so blind?
I took a breath and stepped into the room. There was a chair far away from him, and I took that one. I was shaking I was so upset. By the time the session was over, there were claw marks on the arms of my chair. And as soon as she said it was over, I shot out.
"Sam, wait up." he called as I ran down the hall. But I only ran faster.
"Sam, please stop."
"No!" I yelled over my shoulder. But he caught me before long.
"Sam," he started.
"I don't want to hear it."
"But Sam-"
"But nothing. Why are you even here? Haven't you ruined my life enough?"
"That's not fair! And I'm here for the same reason you are." he replied,"I have a problem."
I snorted. "You ARE my problem David." Then I ran off.
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Tuesday nights were Writer's Showcase nights. You know, where people who hate being here pend there time writing about their past or how much they hate being here, then tell it or sing it, to an audience. I had been working on a poem all afternoon after the lovely encounter earlier.
As I took the stage, I looked around and saw him in the audience, a look of confusion on his face. I didn't care thought. It served him right.
You made me wonder for so many hours,
When you made me my helmet with white-out flowers,
Back when we didn't know I'd hurt my arm,
Trying to keep your dad from harm,
I laughed. I couldn't help it.
We found out just how perfect we were together,
And we'd thought it would last forever,
But then things changed and I was hoping,
That the pills would help me with coping,
Your the reason I'm here today,
I was hoping to get our memories to fade,
I had no clue how hard I'd fall,
Just to make it to where you weren't here at all
I finished and the crowd went wild, save one. David jumped up and left as soon as I looked at him. I didn't care at the time how unhappy he was. But he caught up to me later.
"What the hell Sam?" he asked.
"What? I have a right to free speech." I smirked.
"Why did you have to broadcast our problems to the entire rehab center?"
"WE don't have problems anymore David. I have my problems, and you have yours. That's the way you wanted it remember?"
"Sam, it was a BREAK. A time-out until my dad got better and whoever was after us was caught. It wasn't meant to be permanent. And why tell everyone that I'm YOUR problem?"
The way he exaggerated your sent chills through me. But I didn't miss a beat. "Because it's the truth." And with that I walked off.