The loneliness The silence The never ending pain He caused it all. I was sitting in a bed just looking at the iPad in my lap, it was the only thing I used on a daily basis, especially since he stuck me in this place. I heard a knock, I knew who it was, it was always the same person, same expression on his face, same unsure movements, same person who grasped my hand. "Hey....how's your morning going?" I didnt look up from my tablet, not even nodding my head to show that I knew he was there. "Please, I know I fucked up, I know I went too far, but please" He whispered. It was the same begging, the same hand squeezing, nothing had changed. Not even my response "You should have just let me die"