Hailey
I heard footsteps coming down the hall. His are always the loudest. I can’t tell you much more than that. Everything is so fuzzy. It’s like the edges of my memory are being erased just as soon as any image can form. It’s there and then—poof—it’s gone.
He does his usual thing. Pumps hard and fast. It’s over quick, or at least I think it is on account of the fuzzy thoughts. Time is not linear here. My thoughts are not linear.
“I think it’s time to move,” he says, brushing my hair away from my face. He doesn’t speak much when he first comes in. Only after.
Then he likes to talk a lot. I rarely remember much, but I try to hold on to a few things every time. I don’t think it’s working, because I couldn’t tell you if what he’s saying now should make any sense in regard to anything he’
