Bile rises to my throat as her words strike me like a whip. I was fake. Vain. Selfish.
A shell.
The worst type of person to ever exist.
The thought hurts more than I’d like to admit. It’s like perching over a snow globe and watching myself. From the outside looking in, I had the perfect face and body. I had the grades and the cheerleading squad. I had Dad’s fortune and Alex’s endless support.
But if I look closer, I see a trapped girl. A hollow life.
A nothingness.
Maybe Asher was right to call me a monster.
That gloomy cloud creeps over me and crawls over my skin.
Disgusting.
You’re disgusting.
You should die.
“Are you okay?” Lucy asks.
I force myself out of my head and fake a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t let what Bree said get to you. She’s thinking about the team. Without you, our spirits were pretty low, you know.”
No, I don’t know. Why the hell is someone like me popular amongst these girls? I’m not an example they should look up to.
I’m everything they need to avoid.
“I’ll go with you,” I tell Lucy.
Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “You will?”
I interlink my arm with hers and she freezes, her body going tense. I pull back just as fast. Apparently, I didn’t use to do that, and if I keep giving her too many surprises, she might break for real this time.
On our way to the gym, my skin prickles with unwanted attention. At first I think it’s the usual students gawking at me.
It never stops—the attention, the waves, the fake greetings. Today, I contemplated covering my head and remaining in bed.
The only reason I didn’t is because my head scares me. If I stay alone with it, I’ll be doomed. I’ll take the fake flattery over that gloomy cloud any day.
Lucy nudges me, giggling under her breath. When I follow her field of vision, my ears heat.
Asher.
My eyes find him of their own volition. I don’t even need to search for him anymore. It’s crazy how much his presence draws me in.
Sometimes, I think I’m still that lifeless form in the hospital and he’s the one who breathed life into me.
Sure, it’s a toxic life, sinister and dark, but it’s life all the same.
The weird awareness of his presence must be because he’s the reason behind my return to life.
Delusional much, Reina?
He seems to be out on a run since he’s wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts. Lucy tells me he’s been practicing with the track team since he returned, but it’s not official.