leftovers. Other times he unplugs everything for days: my TV, my radio, my fan. How could they have told him those things? Maybe they didn’t. Maybe he was spying on us. I go to their door and ask them why they talked. They claim they didn’t. They say he knows things about them that I must have told him, so they’re mad at me. I don’t know what to believe, so I don’t believe anyone. I’m done trusting anybody in this house. The only person I can rely on is me.
