Why? How could you? I trusted you, I believed in you. I befriended you. Because I thought maybe, just maybe you were just a lonely person who needed a friend but no. You were so much more. Like a never-ending Matryoshka doll, your layers were dangerous. First, you were kind. By the end of the week, you were a monster. The venting starts and slowly your while life is unfolded in front of me and it’s so much more than I had asked for. Not that I didn’t appreciate your telling me but that it was a lot to take in for 10 years old. A crackhead mother, an imprisoned father, a little brother, the result of the last conjugal visit, and crippling depression. I’m sorry. What did you expect me to do? I was ten years old, I had to tell someone. I had to tell her. I didn’t know that they would send you away. You were so mad at me that day. So when you came back from your two-day hiatus at the mental institution. Imagine my surprise when you come up to me and ask that question. And say that thing. That terrible thing. I just wish you wouldn’t have asked me to push you down the stairs. I just wish you hadn’t dragged me to the stairwell saying that you had something important to tell me. I just wish I didn’t have to watch you throw yourself down 2 flights of stairs. But I did.