dear prudence

he blasted the radio to tune out my tired, soft voice, and yelled at me over the music to try and enjoy life for once.
and i promise, i tried for you, dear. but when you're hiding more than one deadly secret, it's hard to be full of joy. maybe if i was filled with deranged drugs as you were, i wouldn't have been so anxious of what could be around the corner. especially when you can't recall what got you in that position.
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3 weeks prior
"do you remember what happened on july 4th, 2018?" the cops eyes were hidden under his hats shadow.
"i watched fireworks?" i wasn't sure what had happened to me. i had burn scars on my stomach and thighs, and my ankles were all fucked up. my face had small scars i didn't remember being there, and my arms had bite marks.
the cop looked back at the window where all the bystanders stood.
he shook his head, making my stomach turn, my eyes narrow, and something humid taking over my throat.
i knew i had answered wrong. again.