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I want it off

They won’t let e

They won’t let me wash my hands

They took pictures

Photos of my blood-soiled clothes

My hands

Documented the few marks on my neck and face

I don’t have much to show Loden barely had ti to remember until I have to

I can’t relive it over and over again

I feel like a monster because I can’t summon an ounce of remorse

None

Zero

I use my one call onelse, too So we can afford

The state’s supposed to appointhts

I wonder why they’re called Miranda rights

I never thought about it before

Never needed to

I want to knohat’s going on with Annie

Where is she?

Is she okay?

They won’t tell

All they see when they look at uess that’s what I a to talk to them, tell them what happened, then they’d reciprocate, tell me about Annie

But I don’t talk about it

Not yet

I don’t think I can claier

After the first few hits, when Loden went still, I could have stopped

I should have stopped

But I didn’t I didn’t stop

I couldn’t

All I could think about was hi aith it

There’s

Shit

I want to knohat the hell is happening

Where is Annie?

Shit

Shit

Shit

"You’re one lucky son-of-a-bitch," someone tellstoit on the corner of a desk It’s piled high with uy didn’t die"

I look at hio until he wakes up, but he has a heartbeat That’s all that matters, kid"

I don’t reply

I don’t kno I feel about that

I’lad I’lad I’ain

God

Fuck

He can do it again

He can hurt soes," he adds

I nod

I get it

I know I should be relieved

This weight on hten a little

The pain in uy settles in the chair besidehis ankle on his knee

I stare at et here

I hate sitting here alone

Not knohat’s happening

I need someone to check into Annie for me

That’s all I need