Everyone knows, literally everyone, so did they purposefully allow me to take care of him every night, was everyone using me, were they mocking me? I feel like I've been trapped. ""Why didn't you tell me." I ask, pulling out my arm from her grip, as she stood surprised and also guilty. She kept rubbing her hands in confusion like a child.
"It's not like that Becca. There's a reason for that, but that aside, we have to calm him down. We've called the doctor but he's taking quite a while." She says in panic. It seems like there was something bigger than just the split personality and rather than telling me what it was they wanted me to explode.
"If you don't tell me what's going on then I won't go." I say with a firm mind. Before me, my friend Edith debates on whether or not to tell me, upsetting my spirit. "You don't trust me yet, do you?" I should have known better.
