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Edge

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you were always on edge, you weren't like that when I first met you. It had gotten worse the months I had known you, I remember one time I found you crying in your bathtub. Just hiding.

You said they all hated you, the voiced you heard in your head, along with the heads that consistently followed you. I wish I knew what you were talking about sooner.

One day you rang me and begged me to come over, you shouted about some tall man being in your house. I ran.

When I got there I saw no one but you. Balled up in a corner, crying your eyes out as you shouted at air for a few minutes. When I calmed you down you said.

"Why would you try and kill me?"

I asked what you meant and you said the man in the corner looked exactly like me, he held a knife as he stared. The voices in your head were shouting at you to get closer.

I think that's the first time I realized that you would be on edge for the rest of your life.

I wish I could've helped you, or understood what you were going through.

I don't think I'd ever understand what was going on in that mind of yours.

After that experience you told me one voice was nice, even though you thought they were all mean. You said the one with the squiggly brow always complimented you, then told you to jump off the edge. Your own mind was manipulating you.

Sometimes you'd shout at me for no reason, though I just let you. Until you would get tired and kick me out.

I wish you would let me help.

Love, Wilbur