It isn’t the mundane type of secret either: Dad isn’t hiding any affairs, Mom doesn’t drink herself to sleep, and my sister doesn’t sneak boys or drugs up to her room. They do, however, all have their own demons, and they keep them hidden from the rest of the world.
They told me I dodged a bullet. They told me I must have had a guardian angel looking after me.
“Emmett stabbed and killed your friends this evening,” she said bluntly.
“I didn’t kill her. It did.”
“I mean, it’s just … it’s just a mirror, right? What’s the point?”
The screen shakes erratically, and there’s nothing but splinters and lances of light and screaming.
I Thought Getting My Best Friend Laid Would Help Him Move On, But What Happened Instead Ruined Our Lives
“So…just have sex? With random girls?”