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400 pages, Hardcover
First published September 15, 2015
In the end, we must decide for ourselves what we believe.
There are places. Abandoned places. Forgotten places. These are the places I like to be.
Some people say that night blooms.
But night descends self-consciously.
Night cuts slowly.
Yesternight, upon the stair
I met a girl who wasn’t there.
She wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish she’d…
“My doctor is convinced that I’m not really here. She keeps trying to convince me of it, too.”
When I was five, I asked Carly what they sun felt like, and she wrote: ‘Warm, Katie, so warm. Like a hot bath.’And then your parents die, and you and your sister are discovered and diagnosed.
(AL): ‘Kaitlin, use your words. You can do it.’You’re not sure what he wants from you, but as he’s gotten closer, your sister has grown more distant. She’s stopped writing you notes, stopped replying to yours, and there’s nothing you can do because no one will listen to you. You’re not real.
(KJ): ‘I don’t want to talk about him. He’ll hear me.’
(AL): ‘Is he here now?’ [Pause] ‘How do you know he’s here?’
(KJ): [Barely audible] ‘He’s closer. He’ll hear you.’
(AL): ‘How do you know? Is he shouting at you?’
(KJ): [Barely audible] ‘No. He’s whispering.’
(AL): ‘Whispering at you? Right now?’
(KJ): [Whispering] ‘No… at you.’
As the blood rose in the Dead Rooms, I grew more and more panicked, sure I would drown in whatever the blood concealed. Dee, I did; I drowned in my sleep tonight, and when I woke, I found blood and stitches and skin caught in my teeth, and my arms had been ripped open anew.