Monkey.

So the strangest thing happened today...

I was sitting under dressed outside. Simply watching the flow of blood gently drip from my outstretched wrist, Somehow finding some playful joy in watching how it melts straight through snow.

Father showed up.

Don't know how He got there, but that's just how He is I guess.

I don't know how long He watched either. Maybe since I felt Him there. Maybe since I slashed my wrist.

He watched me as I bled one of those stupid operator symbols in the snow.

For fun.

I admit... someone I thought dead slipped through...

I found myself singing.

I don't remember doing that since I was eight...

No I will not tell you what I was singing.

But...

He placed a hand on my shoulder...

Not like he usually does, with that stomach churning shock that's usually sent through the system...

But... comfortingly...

I admit... I felt safe again...

Like when I was eight...

Damn why does it always have to trace back to then...