By the Lake

Stretch.

Think.

Stretch.

Think.

Will the door open, or will it say "fuck you" this time?

Stretch.

Will I be able to take Beth to her tropical island like I promised? Wouldn't that be something?

Stretch.

Are we all dead here? Sure as hell doesn't feel like it.

Stretch.

Something uncomfortably familiar about the way Julia's acting, but I can't put my finger on exactly what it is.

Stretch.

Stretch.

Stretch.

I only know if she even touches Beth, I'll kill her myself this time. Throw her out that fucking front door. Poof. Good-bye.

Stretch.

I used to love her. Now I can barely remember why.

Stretch.

Sit up.

Cross legs.

Breathe.

Let go of anger.

Become water.