Well, You Can Think What You Want,

It Was The Most Convulted, Ridiculous Piece Of Logic I'd Heard In Awhile... It Was Something I Would Have Come Up With.

We Take What What We Can Get.

She Says You're Not Awake Until You're Actually Out Of Bed And Standing Up.

My Nails Dug Into His Back, And He Trailed His Lips Down The Edge Of My Chin, Down The Center Of My Neck. He Kept Going Until He Reached The Bottom Of The Dress’s V-neck. I Let Out A Small Gasp, And He Kissed All Around The Neckline, Just Enough To Tease.

I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.