Rosy, the original psycho girlfriend

 I've been crying a bit, I was nodding off and I remember what I think might be a hallucination, but my tears are real, and although I can only remember the concept, like a movie of sorts, here goes.

In my earliest of years, I attended a kindergarten, a place called Hamlet.  It was near a landmark toystore that's still there.  I met Rosy at the tender age of 3 or 4, I really can't remember correctly.

Time went on and I met her again in university, we got up to speed up a bit and her friends were my friends.  It was okay.

She became my girlfriend and we were getting real kinky, she knew what I liked and in exchange she wanted my devoted attention and the obvious, gifts, dresses, stuff, as all women do.  I was happy to hustle for her, I was getting into her a lot.

But one day, I told my family I would spend the night with her (it wasn't the first time) and she got psycho.  Punched me in the eye, ribcage, tried to break my legs, it's like that horrendous movie, misery.  But she got to injure me completely.

I was asking for it though, she was getting more and more violent, she wanted to completely control me, I thought I could handle the psycho by being real nice.

The toystore had a bunch of boxes outside, they would eventually throw them away, or recycle them, I dunno.  I remembered that, while I was in bed, with my almost broken legs, punched up ribcage, swollen eyes.  I  had to crawl to the fridge and get some ice just to be able to see again properly.

I escaped, naked and with a phone card (that's how the payphones used to work) and I dialed home, my little sister answered, I had to be quick, I had a migraine and needed some kind of rest, told her to ask mom to take her to the toystore tomorrow, and scream my name, I could die, but she couldn't tell her that, it would worry her and she'd probably wouldn't believe her.  I did ask her to put mom on the phone, but she wasn't there.

I quickly hid inside a box, metal gear style.  And the psycho lady was making a mess, looking for me.  I could of just gone with Luis, her neighbor, and also a long time buddy from the kindergarten.  But I was in survival mode, I didn't want to see her anymore, she broke my spirit, my heart, everything.  I wanted to cry but if I sobbed I would be noisy, not even that.

I could her rummaging through the boxes, I was in a box near the corner, unexpected because it was there all alone.

I don't know if I was able to sleep in the concrete or not, but I did probably pass out.  I heard people walking by and that was a sign of the day coming.  My sister and mom eventually came, she called my name, I got out of the box, at first my mom was thinking I was some homeless person, my sister knew it was me.

I cried all the way home, I was naked and beaten, my mom constantly stopped the car, she couldn't even drive.

I remembered all this, and couldn't sleep, I write this down now because I want closure on this, is it a hallucination, is it real?  I am amazed at my brain and how it remembers stuff, even after drug use.  This is a fate I wish to no one.  My tears are real dammit.