She only ever contacts me when she wants something. I try to resist. Ignore the notification. But I can’t. I never do.
I wonder what my mind sounds like. It’s me. My thoughts. But it has no sound. Yet it’s a sound I’ve always known.
He seemed lighter today. Like something has been lifted. Back to the way he was before. He was standing taller. Not hiding away.
I felt so insignificant. It took me several days to get over it. I’m still mad now. I guess I’m not over it.
Sometimes I visualise my fingers, extending outwards making a connection with flesh. I hear the soft thump it would make. Like a movie.
It was weird. Might as well have not been there. Maybe it was just to make up the numbers. You know she cares about appearances.
I’m great at maths. And remembering things. I’ll tell you the calorie content of food no problem. Nah, I’m ok thanks. Having a big dinner.
He forgets sometimes. Writes it in a book. Still a struggle. Appointment tomorrow he tells me. But he can’t tell me what it’s for.
Has she visited him yet? Said she would yesterday but something came up. It’s been a week now. He’s starting to notice.
He’s getting worse. He’s starting to manipulate us. Saying one thing, but meaning another. Only telling us what he wants us to know.