Ch. 7 The Things That Never Come

Will drives me home

because we're using his truck

since my car is still being repaired.

Also,

I still get flashbacks

when I sit

in the driver's seat of a car.

We don't talk

because there's nothing to say.

I keep my eyes down on my lap

where I can't look out the window

or the windshield

and I just look at my legs.

I don't have nails anymore

because I chewed them all off.

So instead I pinch my skin,

hard,

where there's a bruise

from the crash.

It hurts a lot

but it doesn't work

because I still don't cry.

Will sees me

pinching my skin.

He picks up my hand

and keeps it trapped in his.

"You don't have to cry, Riley,"

he says.

"It's all right."

I don't answer.

I wonder though

if it really is all right.

It doesn't feel all right.

It feels very,

very

w     r     o     n     g.

I wonder if maybe

there's just something wrong

with me.

Author's Note

Please leave comments. I appreciate all kinds of advice, opinions, criticism, corrections, etc. I'd really like to know what you think so that way I can decide if this book is worth continuing. Thanks for reading.
--theladygraceling