lost
charlie knows it's wrong,
that it wasn't edward's fault he was crazy
and that those meds he was taking were just making it worse
but he still can't help but hate
the man who chopped up his little girl
with an axe,
like some horror move murderer.
he can't help but be glad
that the man died like he deserved,
and painfully,
esme said.
and no defensive wounds, they say?
he doesn't believe that.
can't.
he was against it from the start, you know,
from the very first time he saw the bruises on her arms,
but she just wouldn't leave,
she just wouldn't.
he doesn't want the nurse's stupid tissue.
he's not crying.
he's not.