They're dead, and its all my fault. I relive that night again and again, I can still remember the sights and the sounds. I always expected them to die when I moved out of the house, when I didn't need them so desperately, but now I'm my brothers problem. He tends to think I'm getting better ever since I met Guy, and sometimes I feel better too; but now he knows about my secret way of not feeling. He looks at the marks with disgust, I don't like them either but they mark a hidden war that has gone from inside of me, to scarring the flesh. I need them, they make sure I don't have to feel the guilt that is just one thought away, they make sure I don't have to cry. My razors are cheap and they work; just because I'm not strong enough to deal with the pain head on, doesn't mean I want to die. My brother would be devastated if he knew, but is it better that he has to take care of a kid that's not his, and his own daughter? I wish he would just call me the murderer I am already. I liked this book tons, it has lots of feeling and sometimes can confuse you. I give this book a 4.5 words out of five because I can't imagine why her parents would make her drive on a night like that. Ask Mrs. Yuzik if we have it in the library; and if we don't, ask her to get it for the library.
