I'm not sure whether my friend is dead or alive.
They called me six months ago...it was one of those calls where you have to negotiate the blade out of their hands. It was like trying to put all these puzzle pieces back together at once, but halfway though you realize that you're also a puzzle, and your pieces are falling apart too, and you have to choose who gets to remain whole. It was hell.
I called the police.
I haven't talked to them since.
Nights like this, it's really hard to sleep. I'm shaking too violently to keep my pieces together.