Libby Shaffner

Things you put me through.
Febrary 14th, 1am.

text: "I dont wanna live"
So i'm sitting in her basement.
She had just went upstairs
do i follow?
No, give her 7 minutes alone time.
more texts.
More texts.
More replies.
Stress on my shoulders.
Fear.
Already bad weekend:
Abortion, kevin's shit, now libby.
Take 2 vicodin,
feel better.
Walk upstairs.
Sit outside the bathroom door.
Coward.
Scared.
HUGE door.
text: "can't you hear me crying?
Cant you tell you're too far away?"
I stand.
Door knob is the hardest ever turned.
There laying in the tub: libby.
I crawl in hold her.
Squeeze her.
Word vomit.
"you promised libby"
"forever"
"i need you."
"I love you."
"YOU PROMISED"
shake.
anger.
fear.
tired.
Start singing to her.
Stroking her hair.
She's griping me.
I know she's here,
and now that she's in my hands,
i knew she was safe.

And she's never left me since.