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By:Jessica Sorensen




I shake my head, not wanting her to feel responsible for my mental instability. “It wasn’t you. I honestly don’t know what happened to me. I just sort of zoned out and sank to the ground.”



“I think I should take you home.” She stands to her feet then offers me her hands.



“No, you need to take the class.” When I set my hands in hers, she helps me up.



The world spins around me as I get my feet under me. The blood rushes from my head, and I stagger around as I try to get my balance.



“I’ll take another class later or find another way to learn some defensive skills.” She slips a hand around my back and steers me toward the car.



“I didn’t hurt my legs,” I say, forcing a tone as my stomach churns. “I can walk.”



Her grip only tightens. “I don’t care. I don’t want to risk you collapsing again.”



Tired, I relax against her. Her warmth and scent brings comfort. Safe and cared about—that’s what I feel whenever I’m with her. I’m lucky I have her—have this. I just wish I knew my sister had someone who made her feel safe and cared for, that she is okay. That the letter to the police was just her helping with the case, nothing more.



When we reach the passenger side of the car, Lyric moves her arm away to open the door then motions for me to get in. “I’m driving. You look too sick right now to be behind the wheel.”



“What about your car?”



“When my dad gets home, I’ll have my dad drive me to the school so I can up. You shouldn’t be driving right now.”



I hand over the keys then duck inside. Lyric shuts the door and climbs into the driver’s seat. I stare at the back of my hand as she revs up the engine. A lot of people think the scars on my skin are cat scratches, but they’re from fingernails.



Put there by blood red fingernails.



A quiet humming builds in my skull, and my skin feels charred. I rest my head against the cool glass of the window as Lyric pulls out onto the freeway, concentrating on breathing. Breathing, I can handle. Breathing is easy. Deep breaths, in and out.



We make the thirty-minute drive listening to Rise Against. My nerves settle the closer we get to home. But Lyric seems to grow more restless. By the time she parks the car in front of the garage, she’s practically bouncing in her seat.



“Do you want me to come in with you so I can help you tell Lila and Ethan what happened, since you can’t remember?” she asks as she silences the engine.



I shake my head. “I’ll be fine. This has happened a couple of times, so they sort of know the drill by now.” Only partially a lie. They know about my panic attacks, but the one I just had was more than that. It caused me to remember why tiny scars dot my legs and why two of my toes are crooked. Pins and hammers were used to inflict injuries on me.



I’m remembering.



Please don’t let me remember.



I can’t.



It hurts too much,



Will break me more.



And I need to be whole for the moment



So I can take care of some stuff—



Find my sister and make sure she’s okay.



Nodding, Lyric extends her hand to the door handle. The pain emitting from her eyes tears my heart apart.



I catch her arm to stop her from getting out. “Lyric, I’m so sorry.”



She sucks in a sharp breath before peering over her shoulder at me. “For what?”



I clutch onto her in desperation. “For being a shitty best friend, for making you sad all the time.”



She rotates in the seat, facing me. “You don’t make me sad all the time.” She leans over the console. “You make me happy, Shy Boy. More than anyone ever has.”



“Then why are you crying?”



“Because you’re hurting, and I hate seeing you hurting.”



My head slumps forward as guilt crushes my chest. “I just wish I could be a better friend to you,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.



Her forehead touches mine, her warm breath dusting my cheeks. “You’re the bestest of bestest of best friends.”



I smile, but the movement aches. Being happy right now feels wrong and energy draining. “There you go, making up words again.”



She chuckles. “Didn’t I tell you once that I’m that awesome?”



“You did.” I don’t open my eyes. Just feel her breath, her heat, allow her strawberry scent to encompass me. I want to kiss her so bad. I want to press my lips to hers in a soft brush, a quick taste, before I get out of the car and deal with everything waiting for me.



Everything about her sends my body into a mad frenzy. I’m walking a dangerous line right now, pushing myself far enough that I’m starting to remember some of the details of what happened three years ago. But fuck it. The police are already going to force me to split open my mind and let my memories out.