I stared at her. "But she drugged us."" That is no longer news, dumbass. Are you going to ask why she drugged you?"" Allright," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Why?"" Because, dear October, you're the most passively suicidal person I've ever met, and that's saying something. You'll never open your wrists, but you'll run headfirst into hell. You'll have good reasons. Furthermore, you'll have great reasons, even. And a part of you will be praying that you won't come out again.

An Artificial Night