“I hear them, too, Caoimhe.” I sprang up to look at her, feeling itchy all over. “I see things, too. When I’m sleeping. The monster comes to take me. It keeps pushing me down with its sharp nails—” “Lizzie, you need to stop talking,” she warned, covering my mouth with her hand. “Don’t ever say that out loud again.” She looked down at me with angry eyes. “You are fine. There is nothing wrong with you. You don’t hear voices. You aren’t sick. It skipped over you, just like it skipped over me and Dad. You’re just a regular kid, and all these weird, little quirks will fade away.” I shook my head,
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God, they truly failed her
