Sometimes I think there are two of us; there’s Haley and then there’s me. Haley is always worried, always frightened and disappears into some other room. I face whatever hell lives here when she’s gone. She won’t come back until this room is empty. Coward. I clean up everything; I make devils go away as if I chased spiders from corners. I won’t leave spots anywhere, not even tears. I’m magic. She’s not. I wish they understood.