Friday 13th

Where the hell is Phil? He is never around anymore. I’m here all the time. Alone. No one else. I hear the door open sometimes yet no one is ever there. At least I think I hear the door open. The front door. No. The back door. Maybe. And where has Karen been? It is as if everyone has just left me. My life is becoming so diluted. A stain glass window. I’m standing behind it yet no one sees me. A whisper in the wind that no one hears. HEAR ME DAMN IT! I EXIST. I have also noticed that I have these dark feelings welling inside of me. Fear. Fear of what my life is. Sometimes I feel I can see right through myself. Please help me. Someone out there. Please fucking save me.