Sara | Mel
4/28/17
Mel, I need your help.
Anything.
There’s someone. This man. Becca knows.
She needs to call him.
Please.
You have to make her call him.
There’s something wrong with me and he can help.
You just got done yelling at me that there was nothing wrong with you.
I can’t think
I can’t remember
It comes and goes
Please
Please
Mel the road
4/30/17
Jesus, sorry. I think I got a little too drunk.
Since when do you drink?
When do you think I started drinking?
But I’m fine.
Seriously, I don’t know why I was freaking out.
There’s nothing “wrong with me” except horrible trauma.
So we’ve got that in common.
I’m calling Becca.
I’m going to make sure she calls that guy.
You don’t have to.
I kind of think I do.
Because if this is anything like the last time you “drunk texted” you’re not going to remember this conversation tomorrow, and it’s getting really fucking obvious that there _is_ something wrong with you. You need help and I’m going to make sure you get it.
Don’t worry, Sara. We’re looking out for you.