Hear Me

I'm sobbing.

For nothing, about everything.

Stephen's staring at me, helplessly asking me what's wrong.

I'm crazy.

I scream at him to go away, that he was right, I'm just a stupid whore.

But that's not true.

He tells me he knows that's not true.

He doesn't know anything.

I tell him that he seemed pretty sure of himself when he said it.

Anything to get him to leave.

He says he's willing to negotiate, I tell him what's wrong and then he'll leave.

He could be lying.

I tell him that I told him everything he needs to know.

Except a few major details.

He tells me that it's not enough.

It's now or never.

We stare each other down.

These tears aren't making me look any stronger.

I look him dead in the eye and tell him that Freddie raped me, and it's his fault.

At some point in our lives, we all just need to let go.

And then I'm back to running, turning my back on everything and finally letting go.