Or maybe she really was attacked, and she genuinely thought that it was me who attacked her? But how could she think that I was capable of that unless she still believed I did it to Jennifer?
Or, maybe she just decided to blame me for what happened to her because of our fight? A fight which the cops happened to know about, which means she would have told them.
Regardless of whatever fucking reason it was, she told them I did it. And here I am.
I feel like a fool, because even though I had planned to let her go, even though I didn't want to bring her into my world . . . she made me hope, she made melove, and she made me not feel alone.
Then she ripped it all away in the cruelest way.
This past week I've been in a state of shock and confusion because I thought she . . . but I guess I was wrong.
And now, I'm just left with bitterness.
My thoughts have spiraled so low that I don't think I can get them up again. They've pulled me down along with them, chaining me to the dark depths of this pathetic existence.
I shouldn't have left my fucking house with the security of my cameras. I knew something bad was coming.
The smell of this vile place burns a path through my nose to my insides.
I hateit.
I hate the sounds.
I hate the food.
I hate the people.
I can't stand being in here again.
This is no life. There is nothing for me in here.
I guess there's nothing for me out there either.
My mind flicks to Campbell, and sure, we just reconnected, but we aren't friends.And I would never want him visiting me in here, either.
One thing is for sure. I don't plan on being the guy that everyone treats like shit. I don't plan on being the guy that barely sleeps because someone will sneak in for an attack at any moment.
I'm done.
And so I wait. I wait for the psycho, who everyone calls Stitch. The psycho who runs this area. I want him to cross paths with me and do his worst.
I wait, and I wait.
Everything around me is a blur of movements and a mumbling of voices as I sit here looking ahead, not paying attention to any of it.
Finally, the man I've been waiting for comes into view. I'm surprised that he's not surrounded by his guys. But whatever, he's lethal enough by himself.
I watch as someone unknowingly gets in his way and then is being grabbed by the collar and shoved into the wall.
Looks like he's in a bad mood.
Perfect.
I wait until he's a little closer before getting to my feet, and then I'm walking into his path and stopping right in front of him.
Unlike the other guy he just shoved into the wall, I've got a couple of inches on him, so he doesn't go for the same move.
“Got a problem, bro?” he asks, taking a step closer.
