The morning dragged like stones on her back.
Amara had barely slept the night before, tossing, thinking, her pillow damp from silent tears she didn’t want to admit were hers. She had cried for Leo. She had cried for herself too. She hated it. She hated how broken she felt when she woke up and looked in the mirror, hated how swollen her eyes were.
She had even started hearing the voices at one time, spoken to it, like some really crazy person.
And hell, maybe she was!
By the time she reached school, she only wanted to disappear into the walls. But of course, life wasn’t that easy.
She had just dropped her bag on her desk when three girls with too much perfume and too much lip gloss surrounded her like vultures circling prey. Their smiles weren’t friendly, they were curious, nosy, drip
