The Story About The Dreamer Chapter 8 "Damn it Jeremy!" Now I'm really screaming. I've lost it. I can't control what I say or do anymore. I don't know what's going on. "I don't want you to be the only reason I'm alive, ok? Don't you understand that!" Do I believe what I'm saying to him? Anger just keeps boiling and I can't even think straight. I'm going crazy. I am crazy. "I could help you and-" he tries to speak but I cut him off. "I don't need help! I've been here for three fucking months and NOTHING has changed! Help will not fix anything. Help will not-..." I can't finish. I can't breath. I stare at the ground and try to catch my breath and control myself. I open my mouth to apologize when I say, "get out." That's not what I meant! Why did I say that? I feel like crying. I feel like talking. And telling the truth. But I can't and I don't understand why. I don't understand anything anymore. "What?" Jeremy sounds confused. I want to say never mind. I want to tell him to stay but instead I say, "get the fuck out Jeremy." I look up but I can't look into his eyes. It's too hard. I don't want to see the expression on his face so I stare at his legs. Still standing in the room. He must think I'm crazy. "Fucking get out! OUT!" I close my eyes and listen to his quick footsteps. Then the door slam. What have I done?