Sidetracked (Mindf*ck, #2)

by S.T. Abby

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

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Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. —Confucius

I jog upstairs, head into my secret room, and touch the apple on my desk. It’s a wax apple, brilliantly red, and there are seven nails sticking out of it. Still many more to go.

the cover makes sense now