Progress Made

Promised her I wouldn't do it. Hope she doesn't feel too bad about it. I might later, but that's not what I have to think about. Run, run, run. Have to keep my mind on the mark. Push out anything else. Try not to hear sirens. Try not to think about her. Try not think about how disappointed she would be, about how much progress I've made.
Gasp, gasp, gasp. Deep breaths. More running. Almost there. Grip knife stolen from hospital's kitchen. Metal warm against palm. Remember address. Remember how I didn't like this guy. How he was bad for her. His shrink. More like his friend. Find number. Walk up to door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Micropasta