It's been a year. Do you know that? A year ago, a tree fell on your kid in the woods, and I almost died. I would have died, if it weren't for the fact that I have friends here who cared enough to go looking for me and get help and wake me up so I could heal myself. So I guess being a freak really came in handy, right?
I haven't been outside in a year. I can't go out in public anymore, because now I look even more like a freak. That should make you happy. Your freak son can't even hide anymore and pretend he's normal. Can't just show up and surprise you in the middle of mass.
I don't go to church anymore. I haven't since you sent me here. Why should I? Clearly God doesn't care, if he even exists. Do you know what I can do? Some people think I could bring people back to life. So who's the God now?
Sometimes I wish I had died, just so that you could feel like the assholes you are for the rest of your lives. "We thought he was an abomination, but now he's gone, and we'll never get to say we're sorry." It would serve you right. Pretending I'm dead and actually being dead are two different things. You can pretend I'm dead all you want, but one day you're gonna come looking for me and you know what?