After a while, I take a deep breath and stand, walking back to the dorm. I walk in, Jace asleep, and shake my head before climbing to the top bunk and going to sleep as well.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake up the next morning to a bell. I jump and find my phone nearly full with messages from my brother. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head and quickly get ready, listening to the messages while I do.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken