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An inner conflict between the person she is and the person she thinks everyone wants her to be.
Thinks she wants to be
ready, a twenty-four-hour convenience store with a neon Open sign flickering in the darkness, trying its hardest not to die.
Not in Baton Rouge. In Louisiana, though. A tiny little town called Breaux Bridge—the
Breaux Bridge also has a population of less than ten thousand, which means that everybody knows everybody. And more specifically, everybody knows me.
chiggers
A home is safety, security.
flick on
It’s Old Bay. I glimpse a table of crawfish boil steaming
flickering past
Daniel and I had met at Baton Rouge General Hospital;
his pupils flickering over my
the heap of crawfish, corn, sausage, and potatoes somehow still steaming on the newspaper.
flicks it over the railing.
eyes flicker back to
“New Orleans.” He frowns. “Remember, I told you last week? The conference?”
Louisiana is one of only three states where psychologists can actually prescribe drugs to their patients.
nyctophobia,
Classic avoidance coping, Chloe. You know that never eliminates the problem—it only postpones it.
my eyes flickering back to the television
accidentally hacked the tip of his thumb off
hypochondria—they
I know it’s wrong to write prescriptions that don’t need to be written; more than wrong, it’s illegal.
claustrophobic
the flicker of lanterns
wrist-flick when he tried to
heard the flick as it landed on the table.
He wasn’t sorry for what he had done; he was sorry he got caught.
he’s serving six consecutive life sentences in Louisiana State Penitentiary without the possibility of parole. But to me, he is dead.
his pedophilia, his rage. And it was the guilt that drove her mad, the guilt about
My father, another middle-aged white man with a meanness he couldn’t explain.
people refused to believe that otherwise average white men
murder without a reason why.
“Where did you get this?” I look down and notice my engagement ring, Daniel’s family heirloom, glistening on my finger. Panic rises in my chest as she lifts my hand higher, inspecting it more closely. “Where did you get this ring?” she asks again, her eyes now fastened on mine. “This is Sophie’s ring.”
Scared Me o_o
Alprazolam,
Chlordiazepoxide,
Diaz...
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“Angola is the home of the largest maximum-security prison in America,” I say. “Louisiana State Penitentiary.”
feeling Aaron slide inside of me, I let myself forget.
Aaron is lying beside me, his fingers playing with my hair. We haven’t spoken a word.
That was a mistake, what we did, but I’ll have to deal with that later.
flickering light illuminating it with a sick glow.
see her eyes flicker,
I flick at the tattered paper,
and then it hits me: My phone is in the car, still lodged inside my cup holder. It’s still where I had placed it after I had watched Daniel on my camera before driving mindlessly to Breaux Bridge, parking
He made me do it.
flicking the lights off,
Without the pain, you would have never even known you liked it.
Sweetheart, we don’t let people in who aren’t authorized.
I’m nobody,
have a darkness inside of me. A darkness that comes out at night.”
