Remember, He's Not There

Visits

*7-10*

I punch the walls. Repeatedly. No holes are made. My hands are bruised and bloody. Tears stain my face. I hate it here. I can't breathe in here any longer. I need something. Something different. I cried silently. I can't stand being here. I have too much time to think. I can't stand being in my mind any longer. I hate it! I hate it! "I won't be me if you let me out. I'll pretend I'm normal. I won't talk ever again. It's not like I even use my voice very often." I whisper in the dark. The temperature suddenly drops. "Now why would you ever want to be someone normal. I like you just the way you are." A voice says in my ear. I quickly turn to face them, but no one is there. I face the front and right in front of me is A. "N-no. Y-you're not here." I whisper in awe. "But no my sweet Rowan. I am here and I always have been. I've watched over you, I swear I have." He says indifferently. "No, you haven't. You would've, you would've shown me something. Given me something to go by. You left me!" "No Rowan. Now stop it. I'm here now and I'm going to try to be for a couple of hours. I need to leave eventually. But I'll be visiting you more often." I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I'm so mad. So happy. So overwhelmed. Silent tears roll down my cheeks and I hug him. He hugs me back and I swear nothing has ever felt so good. I smell his scent and took in everything that I've missed. I've missed him so badly. I cry. "Don't cry Rowan. It should be soon that they let you out. It's been a year and a half. You're ten years old. Did you know that? You're parents do miss you very much.... I've missed you very, very much." He said. The rest of the night he held me and we talked until he had to leave. He promised me he'd visit whenever he could. Said he was still going to watch over me. I know his visits are the only things that will keep me sane. I hope he actually keeps his word.