“We both know I’m still fucked up. I’m just better at hiding it. I fit in now, thanks to you. I’m able to control myself enough not to let people see the real me. That doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding underneath, ready to come out and play.”
“You don’t have to be that person.”
“I am that person.” Deep inside, I have always been the same. Even now, I can feel him right beneath the surface, scratching at my insides, begging to be free.
“Let’s say you’re right, and you are that terrible person you think you are. The real question is, do you want to be him?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. I want to be him because he doesn’t care about anything.
The corners of Lauren’s lips pull down into a frown. “Thenthat’sthe real issue.”
Don’t I fucking know it!