She asked who i was, and i told her.
I asked for you, but was met with silence and a devastating answer.
You were gone, murdered in front of this room.
Was that why you begged me to walk you home then, you were being stalked.
If only i had listened, this wouldn't have happened.
I sat in front of my bed, looking at the box in front of me. The old woman gave it to me before i left.
It contained the book i gave you and your diary. I got to find out so many things about you. Things you couldn't say.
Was that why you asked if i would stay? I feel horrible.
I should have seen it, the sign, you were depressed, you've survived imaginable thing's.
Your mother died while giving birth to you. Growing up, you were violated by a man who should have protected you, your father. You were blamed by people you should have called family and thrown out. You've lived on the street, worked different jobs and done different things to survive.