When she leaves my room, I panic at the thought of her or my father asking me too many questions, questions I don't want to answer. The problem is that nobody knows what happened between Sullivan and me these past few weeks. He made me promise to keep his secret about the pills to the grave. Proving that I'm loyal to him means lying to everyone else.
Sullivan said he needed the pills. I guess a small part of me sympathized with him, because of the pills I take when my body starts to ache so bad and I need some relief. I sit up and my bones protest, reminding me that I didn't take my meds this morning.
Ugh. I hate feeling so powerless over my body, Sullivan's death, and the fact that Liam doesn't want to have any contact with anyone. I don't know if I can get through this without him. As
