Remember

I was standing in front of S. I said something. I don't remember.

S called me dead and emotionless. 
You're an emotionless cadaver with daddy issues, she spat.
He hits, and you can't even talk about it.

Her words maimed, killed, tore and scratched. She clawed at my insecurities, my weight, my body, my financial troubles. My best friend ripped my carefully placed shrouds in front of everyone.

Do you feel better? I asked

What?

Do you feel better?

I've never felt better.

I'm glad something good came from this. 
I kept your secrets. I kept my promises. I kept my word. But you... You didn't keep my secrets. You didn't keep your promises. You didn't keep your word.
Remember.

I woke up sweating and hyperventilating. It was a dream.