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SEPTEMBER 22, 2003
“HOW ARE YOU FEELING, LIZZIE?”
Like I want to ram that pen you’re twiddling in your eye. “Fine.”
“Any recent nightmares?”
Like you give a shit. “No.”
“How are you testing at school?”
Higher than you ever did. “Straight A’s.”
“Do you have any questions?”
Yeah. “No.”
I could see the concern in the doctor’s eyes.
I could register that much, but nothing else was coming through.
The poor fool was out of his depth with me, which suited me fine because nothing made sense anymore.
Except the colors.
Holy fuck, the colors were mesmerizing.
My senses had heightened to the point where I felt I had spiritually leveled up.
I could feel the air touching my skin.
I thought I might be the first person to see oxygen.
It was blanketing my skin like ecstasy.
Breathing made me ache for Hugh, and I couldn’t stay still.
I was restless and full of unbearable urges and desires.
Fuck, I loved this life.
I wanted to climb onto a cloud with Hugh Biggs and take him away from all our so-called friends.
Keep him forever and never give him back.
Perhaps this was what it felt like to spiral.
I had no clue and I cared even less.
Everything was a trigger, spurring me into an agitated state of needing to move. Unease thrummed inside of my veins like a drum, pushing me to move and laugh and run and do anything I could to get the feeling out of me.
To pushhimout.
Push him away.
Far, far away.
Think of Hugh.
