Everything is so muddled.
The doctors said I’m lucky to be alive. But I’m not so sure I want to be. I don’t understand any of this.
Dutch dragged me into the middle of the road, talking to his imaginary friend, and I don’t know why. I’m certain we’re both as f****d up as the other, and I have no reason not to believe all the horrible things I’ve done.
I thought we’d be okay. I really did. But when Dutch pushed me to safety, I hit my head, and I woke here, in Parkfields—my home for God knows how long. The only thing that made this thing bearable was Dutch, but he’s gone.
Tears spill from the corners of my eyes, and I would wipe them away, but I can’t because I’m restrained to the bed. But this is my life now. Dr. Norton says it’s for my own good. I was wrong about her. All she wants to
