Harry
I was sitting on the squeaky uncomfortable bed in my room staring at the bland white walls. I sighed. I miss my kitten, I miss her so much.
Everyday after I left my therapist, I sat in this bed, in the same spot. I thought of her. I thought of what she could be doing right now, how she's feeling, and if she's getting the money I send to her.
I've noticed that people of gotten word about my sickness and where I was.
I wish I wasn't the way I was and I'm happy that I'm finally fixing it, no matter how much I hate it. I'm doing it for her. For my kitten.
When I first got here, my therapist welcomed me. He said "Hello and welcome to The Home Of the Mentally Ill." In other words, welcome to The Home Of the Insane.
I've been here for 9 months now and I have 30 days left until I'm out. The only thing about me leaving is I'm going back to an empty home. When I leave I won't go home to my kitten being there to welcome me, I'll go home to a very cold and lonely place. It's not home without her.
"Hey, Silent Psycho." Andy said to me. I just looked at him. I haven't spoken to anyone here except for my therapist and at first I was only here for 7 months but then I beat this guy because he kept talking to me. That earned me 2 months extra.
And here I am, sitting crisscross applesauce on my squeaky bed in my plain white room. I sighed and picked up my journal. Over that the 9 months that I've been here, I've been writing in this journal. It mostly contains me expressing my needs for Raelynn.
I sigh.
Raelynn.
It wasn't like I was writing "Dear Diary." It was more like letters to an anonymous lover. I never said her name in the letters. I only called her kitten.
So I now I sit here and write to my kitten: I miss you, kitten. I sit in this plain white room everyday after therapy and lunch and I think of you. I think about how we could've been different. How I could've been better for you. I could be the man you deserve. But I wasn't. Now I'm here and I miss you. I think about all the mistakes I made how I wish I didn't make them. I write to you kitten to tell you how sorry I am. I broke you and after you were broken j found ways to break you even more until you had enough and left me. I love you, kitten. I love you my anonymous lover.
-Harry
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Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||
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