Last night, I was so afraid.
He didn't answer the phone.
I called and called.
He'd gone to bed early.
He never answered.
I was so fucking scared.
People have been threatening us.
He might have overdosed.
I kept thinking that he was hurt, dead, lost to me forever.
I called his mother and she went over there.
He was mad.
As if he can't understand that people love him.