Therapyne. The miracle drug. The one thing Richard wasn't lying about during that party.
Those words I heard during Theo's test kept echoing in my head over and over like a blaring siren some cop was just using to get on my nerves. The more I heard them, though, the less they hurt me. Soon, they just became an annoying noise in my head—petty insults only retched people would result to make themselves feel better about being retched.
For some reason, I started to love myself.
My eyes fluttered open early in the morning. I sat up and turned to my window, the rays of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the golden-orange of my eyes. My fingers clenched the blanket, and I pushed out a breath. There were a few things I was still worried about, though. Who
