“From then on, I just…I rejected the idea of all of it. I wanted to cause as much noise as I could. I wanted to scream until they noticed I was the one hurting. I needed attention—needed support and love, and I needed to mean more to them than their reputations. I needed to mean more than status and success.” She looks at me, pain in her blue eyes. “And I never did. It’s like…I went to one end of the spectrum and Darby went to the other. She tried to make up for all the noise I caused by being quiet and timid and perfect until both of us were so fucked up, there was no way to fix it.”
