I Am Switzerland. I Refuse To Be

It’s Awful. No Privacy, No Secrets. Everything You’re Ashamed Of, Laid Out For Everyone To See.

And Then... As You Were Sleeping, You Said My Name. You Spoke So Clearly, At First I Thought You'd Woken. But You Rolled Over Restlessly And Mumbled My Name Once More, And Sighed. The Feeling That Coursed Through Me Then Was Unnerving, Staggering. And I Knew I Couldn't Ignore You Any Longer.

You Really Should Stay Away From Me.

She’s Just A Little Faint,” I Reassured Mrs. Hammond. “they’re Blood Typing In Biology.” She Nodded, Understanding Now. “there’s Always One.” I Stifled A Laugh. Trust Bella To Be That One.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.