“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.” I cry, “I mean, I just did it but I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it.”

“You knew it was wrong, you could very well have stopped yourself.” Charlie yelled at me.

I know it doesn’t make sense, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“You broke my locket, you know, the locket keeping me from illness.” She screamed.

Charlie was diagnosed with cancer when she was young, we made a locket which basically saved her, as long as she wears it she can’t be ill.

It was earlier that day, I can’t even remember it properly. She’d been sitting doodling, my eyes landed on her locket and… I don’t know… I felt, like, cold and just dark, like something else was taking over me. I couldn’t see or hear but when the cold darkness released me a saw her locket at my feet; ruined, destroyed, broken.

I don’t think Charlie will ever understand that I didn’t mean it, or forgive me. I wouldn’t forgive someone who just hospitalised me.