the three of us share this boat, it's name is betrayal, but it's taking us somewhere stronger. and she says,
'from the time you broke your ankle.'

and i stare at the murky waters that are like your eyes.

'to spirit week.'

and i look at the sky and am baffled.

'she was my only source of connection to school..' i mumbled, 'if she hated me so much, why did she come almost every weekend to help me? take care of me? if she thought i was avoiding school and making excuses...' i want to wail.

pretty blue eyed girl sighs, 'you had an internet connection, didnt you?'

is this addiction engraved so deep into her veins that she could go to that extent? to use someone who never tried to cause any harm, but abuse them as if they are nothing but objects to reach a fantasy, that sadly i helped create? an obsession i nurtured? yet was i the public scapegoat for everything else. turning so many against me when i did nothing. and i realize it is not only i, but i look at the two on this boat with me, they have been treated the same as well.

'she terrifies me...her patterns terrify me...and i just tried to help her yesterday..on the phone.." i mumble, "i refuse to be frightened, she may say what she wants, but i know the truth now, and so do all of you.."

as i say this, i have made up my mind, but i also realize that finding the truth...

almost killed me inside.