02/12/2010

He was trying to kill me. To make the medical vest get really hot, so I’d die when I put it on. We were in his old apartment. We were staying there, he kept himself locked in Brian’s room, and I slept on the couch. He only came out when he knew I was out of the house. It was days.

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