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I asked him earlier that day how he didn’t worry

He told me it was simple

That unlike me, he didn’t think

He didn’t fear

He didn’t care

He just did

And that he needed to breathe

To find the air my father stole from him,

in the late hours of our cold basement

He told me I’d understand one day

That eventually

And I’d also see the right

One day I would see again

God, did I want to see,

And maybe I finally am

For the first time in my life,

I feel less blind

For the first time in my life,

I can see my parents for what they are

They’re sinners

Killers

And they ht I snuck out,

blood stained my hands

and left a scar on lass shattering from inside my apartment A beat skips by where I don’t breathe Then I hear a loud thu into action

My heart lurches into my throat as I toss the notebook and pen aside and roll offmy hand under, I scrao there yet?

I stand up with the box hugged to hts on in the apart room When I reach the end of the hallway, I halt to listen The air is quiet, but the te in a breath, I peek around into the living roolass are all over the carpet The sliding door to the porch has a hole in the top of it, and alass lies a brick

"That explains the thud," I mutter as I step into the room

I set the box down on the floor and walk over to the sliding glass door, lass