There’s a reason I’m doing this. You have to know she exists. Sit in there. Be silent.
I chose you because I don’t know you. I don’t know what looking at her does to people. I can’t risk someone I love. I understand you’re uncomfortable. I know you’d like to scream at me right now. I’m sorry I picked you up like that. I really am.
But someone needs to be a witness. She can’t just be in my head. It’s not possible. Stay in the cupboard. Don’t move. I’ve made a peephole for you. Look through that. Remember what you see.
It’s been drinking me nuts, you know. Every night she comes. And she does things to me. She tortures me. I feel like my soul is being ripped apart. Every time.
I don’t know why she chose me. I don’t know why I can’t tell anyone about it. I’ve tried. But the words – they disappear.
You have to look. Even if it hurts you. And I know it will. Then you’ll understand why I’m doing this. I know I’m damaging you. But I don’t know you. You’re an object, right now. And you need to stay that way, just for a little while.