“Stupid therapist,” I muttered darkly. During my torturous hour of therapy the day before, Dr. Brady told me I needed to tap into my subconscious mind so I could heal ‘properly’. How the heck do I do that? She was convinced all the answers were locked away in my brain somehow. Ridiculous. If I were honest, I knew I was just looking for a scapegoat.
After leaving Blake’s house, my parents asked me if I was ready to go back to school, now that Blake had asked me out. I wanted to clarify to them I hadn’t told Blake yes, just a soft maybe. I wasn’t sure how Jen would take it yet. I needed to see her first, assess how bad she’d fallen this time. Now sitting in my room, I couldn’t shake the nausea threatening. It was still dark. I’d awakened long before my alarm had gone off. What was I thinking? I’m so not ready for this.
Stomach still churning angrily, I climbed into my mom’s car an hour later. No turning back now. It was my first day as a senior. I tried to ignore the fact that the monster could be there, hiding in plain sight.