I don’t realize I’ve spoken aloud until Heavenly glances up at me. “They think the tumor is what caused his chromesthesia. It presses on the optic nerves. He’s probably had it since childhood, but he only found out about it four years ago, when he had a CT scan after he was hit in the head by a bottle someone threw onstage. That little scar above his eyebrow? It’s from that bottle.”
With a shudder of horror, I remember something A.J. once told me.
So you started fighting for your keep.
Earlier than most, because I was big, and always angry anyway. I didn’t understand why I was so different, why I saw colors in sounds and no one else did. I felt like a freak.
“So because he refused surgery to remove the tumor, they gave him a year. He was stronger than they thought, obviously.” She laug
