Eduardo Eduardo

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                                 March 17

             It's been years since the accident. It was my fault really. I made fun of him as a child, I deserved it. Sometimes when I'm asleep, I dream of him. I'm always on the lookout for him. Is he still mad? I hope not. I still go to the therapist, but it never works. She keeps saying I should go to one of his fights and introduce myself to Sebastian. She might be right. Maybe if we talk about what happened I'd be relax about this. Yeah, I think I'll do that. She told me he's in town on the 20th.                                                                                                                                                                            Goodbye Diary

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                               March 18th

             I had a dream last night. I was with him as a child. I keep saying "Guys he's in shape, Round is a shape." His face just keeps on getting angrier. I'm not sure I can go through with this. I can't sleep without thinking of him. Who knows, maybe he has stress after it too. My shoulder's never really healed from it. Now, his match is for the sumo championship.  Maybe it isn't the best night to go. But my therapist says that if I don't go now I won't ever go. I need time to think.                                                                                                            Goodbye Diary

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                               March 19th

             I had another dream last night. It was directly after me saying "it" repeatedly. His face is so red and puffed up. Then I see him running away crying. I remember this scene. This was the last time I saw him before the accident. I can't stop thinking about the accident. He weighed so much back then, it still haunts me. Today, when I ordered pizza I saw him at the door. Then, I realized it's just the delivery man. If it's this bad now, how bad will it be at the fight. But I have nothing to lose, so if I die give this to the police. Tell them it wasn't his  fault.                                                                                                                                                                            Goodbye Diary maybe for the last time

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                             March 20th

            First of all I'm alive. Last night I kept replaying the accident. It was awful. I went to the fight though. Then, he was up. I saw him and I was terrified. What if he sat on me again? With his weight it might kill me. It was quick, and he won. He seemed so happy, and I saw him about to jump on us. He barely missed me. I ran to him and got him off the people. I told him who I was and begged him not to kill me. He couldn't tell what to do. Then, he told me to forget about it. He said he'd pay for surgery on my shoulder. I told him not to, but he insisted. Now I'm wondering where I would have been if I skipped that fight. Would I have gone to an insane asylum, I should've. Well after that I don't think I'll need you again Diary.                                                                                                                                                            Goodbye Diary Forever