Bubble

Well.

I guess you aren't in my life at the moment.

I have no fucking clue what is going on with you. I guess it's something pretty important. I guess it's something pretty dramatic. I guess it's something pretty intense.

Because why else would you cut me out when I need you most?

I've never heard of family doing that to family.

Guess my bubble just keeps on popping.

The boy.

Pop.

The train tracks.

Pop.

The cuts.

Pop.

The screams.

Pop.

The fear.

Pop.

The nightmares.

Pop.

This.

Pop.

I thought I had been pretty good at this whole guard-your-heart-don't-trust-anybody thing. But I guess I forgot to include family in that scenario.

Pop.

I hope you're okay. I hope you know that we have a lot of work to do, whenever you decide you want to put the work in. I hope you know that I actually do want to get to know you. I hope you know I hope you want to get to know me. I hope you have a real reason for what's happening right now. I hope...

But it's time for me to stop hoping.

Or else...

Pop.

-Beaskie