“Why can’t you just let me die!” Lizzie screamed, launching her porcelain piggy bank at the wall. “I don’t want to be here anymore!” The porcelain pig shattered into a dozen jagged pieces, and coins and paper money exploded from his belly. “Nobody understands me!” The rest of the world might not understand her, but I sure as shit did, which was how I knew exactly what she was plotting when she sank to her knees. “Give it to me,” I commanded, vibrating with tension, as I closed the space between us. “Give it to me now, Liz.”
