Home alone.
Not since that night.
Two weeks of comfort.
Now, time to fight.
Big, empty house.
Just me and my brain.
Separate entities.
Split in twain.
Alarm set.
Home alone.
Music on loud.
Within reach of a phone.
Strength? Courage?
Shut up, Noel.
My box has 28/12 on it.
To open it's my goal.
