Amanda
The voices around me are low, tense. I know they’re talking about me, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“ Are you okay?” ” Luther asked, his voice low and controlled, as if he’s afraid he might break me just by speaking too loudly.
Honestly, I don’t know how to answer him. Am I okay? I don’t know. Everything feels too loud, too close—the walls, the shadows, the tension vibrating through the air.
Luther stands near the window, his eyes flickering over to me every few seconds like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. Blaze and Ashton are leaning against the opposite wall, cigarettes between their fingers. The smoke curls up in thin, wispy tendrils, filling the air with a sharp, bitter scent. It stings my eyes and scratches at the back of my throat, but I don’t flinch. I barely feel anythi
