1. I always believed he'd get better, that
the medications would begin to work,
Two days later thoughts of Liam still he'd get his life together at last and we'd
occupied my mind. meet in some not too distant future
where we’d both have proper jobs and
families, to renewing our friendship
again.
And now the There was no
And now it
dread came way, I swore, I'd
would never
hanging over ever let myself
happen. He
me, that slip that far
would never
Exposed as I from my own
have a job or
am, the same control. But
a family. He
fate might take what could I do
would never
me next, that to prevent it?
have anything
doom was
now because
inevitable.
he was dead.
How could I keep from changing into something my true nature
would abhor? How could I stay myself and survive?
It was on the streetcar
ride home from work
that day that I noticed
a familiar man in the car
with me and realized
he'd been on my ride to
work as well, but I
refused to get paranoid,
that being the first sign
of brain infiltrates,
after all.
I quickly forgot about the man, in the midst of further
dark ruminations. If you could’ve asked me at that
moment, what I thought important in that scene, I
would’ve said something different than what I’d say now.