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Write a story where someone’s paranoia is justified.

I’d always hoped He’d willingly change on his own. Realize He’d made mom scared and apologize. Wrap up Shoto’s burns and tuck them in at night. Ask how Natsu’s day had been and at least pretend to care about his latest pet project.  Visit your shrine on your birthdays and say something more than “She will be missed” . But He never did, at least not when it mattered. Natsu had pointed out that He only started trying after He got what He wanted. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but I think he’s right.

My friends are worried about me. Have been for a while. Worried about the way I flinch when someone moves too fast. And the way I immediately look towards exits when people start yelling. And the way I instinctively move to shelter children from angry adults. It’s silly of me, being so much of a nuisance that people are worried on my behalf. But I can’t help it sometimes.

I met one of His coworkers today. She reminded me of Natsu. I think she said she was the Rabbit Hero: Mirko, Number Five in the rankings.  She’d introduced herself as Rumi, gave me her number and everything. She was confident, loud and brash, but she also managed to be comforting at the same time. Like everything was okay as long as she was around. It was nice.

I decided to go to a therapist today. The woman I spoke to was polite. Told me a bit about herself and her kids. Then we moved on to the ‘therapy topics’, as she’d phrased them. Speaking to her made me realize that I do a lot of listening, but not much acting. She said it was unhealthy, but I’m afraid I’d started to tune her out at that point. All I’ve done is listen, after all.

I have to admit something. Or many things. 1: I always curl into myself whenever He’s around, like I’m afraid he’d...do something. 2: I know our family will never be the same. 3: I know you’re still alive. 4: So does Natsu. And Shoto. And Mom. 5: Everyone but Him.

I saw your broadcast. I’m happy. Happy that you’re alive. Happy that you’re with people who care about you. Happy His sins have been shown to the world. I hope I can see you soon. In the meantime, know that I love you, Toya.