Blaire sat on the sofa close to me as she watched a movie, offering help on the words that I was struggling with. At first, I was thankful for her help but that changed when I realized how much I depended on her to even understand a single page in the book. It was pathetic, I was pathetic. Eventually, I just stopped asking, pretending to read the words when really I was just staring at the page, turning it after a few minutes.
Once I felt my heart pounding behind my eyes, I got scared and slammed the book shut after marking the page I ended up on. Turning my attention to the television, I watched at the pictures flashed and changed on the screen. The sudden and constant flash of color started to hurt my eyes and keeping up the the continuously changing plot hurt my head.
"You aren't a bi
