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I woke up the next morning with puffy eyes and a heavy heart. The doctors ran some simple tests and told me I would be home and well in a week. I ended up being kept there for a month and a half. I tried to imagine Marie being there with me, the doctors told me she was imaginary. If she really was the product of my wondering mind then why couldn't I make her come back? Then after what seemed like years of suffering they freed me from my imprisonment. As I was walking out of the front doors as a sane man a nurse said to me in a high pitched happy tone

"Peter, You're shirt matches so well with your room. You'll have to get pink curtains at your house!"

I sighed dramatically. During my stay at the hospital I had been forced to wear a hospital gown. The hideous flamingo shirt was the only piece of "normal" clothing I had brought. I turned and said my last words to her. And then I was off to start my new life.

"I fucking hate flamingos."




I used to attend fancy dinner parties thrown by young socialites. While at these parties the same people who had asked me what I was doing after Fall Out Boy would ask me how my book was coming along. I would lie and tell them it would be released in a few weeks and they would smile at me and lie back to me about how excited they were. Some of them would gaze at my wrist and tell me how much they admired my golden bracelet. I would thank them and say

"I never take it off ... or put it on"

And they would laugh politely, not fully understanding the joke. When not cruising the party scene I would stay home and paint or draw. I had also wanted to be an artist and now I had the time to devote to it. Every so often Clare would stop by and bring me tea. She'd sip from the white cup, wedding ring sparkling on her finger, and we'd laugh and update each other on our lives. I missed living with her. I had never lived alone until she left. Actually I don't even live alone now. I'll always have a guardian angel by my side and in my heart.