We Are Not The Same. But We

"what Did You Do?" I Scream. "you Die, I Die Too."

I Open The Door To The Fear Landscape Room And Flip Open The Small Black Box That Was In My Back Pocket To See The Syringes Inside. This Is The Box I Have Always Used, Padded Around The Needles; It Is A Sign Of Something Sick Inside Me, Or Something Brave.

I Understand Why She Did All Those Things, But That Doesn't Mean We Aren't Still Broken.

If I Don't Survive," I Say, "tell Tobias I Didn't Want To Leave Him.

What Is Wrong With You?' I Shake My Head. 'pull It Together.' And That's What It Feels Like: Pulling The Different Parts Of Me Up And In Like A Shoelace. I Feel Suffocated, But At Least I Feel Strong.