A Head Full of Ghosts

by Paul Tremblay

We were contemplative and quiet; unsure of what was happening, unsure of what to do, even after it ended.

I’d become so very tired of other people’s secrets and stories.

I’d feel pressure to perform, as though it was up to me to prove to the world that Mom and Dad were not at fault here and had managed to raise at least one bright, cheery, normal daughter.