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It’s enough we couldn’t find anything else to cover up those disgusting tattoos,” my mother complains with a fake smile.
“I told you, I can’t take them off.” I stare down at the silverware in front of me.
“That is such a lie and you know it,” Laura, Mom clone chimes in.
She too, is wearing some fancy dress. To be honest, I couldn’t care less what shade of look-at-me-pink or I’m-better-than-you-yellow it is.
“I will say it one last time,” Mom says calmly.
“Look, if take them off, there’s a good chance that I’ll go blind,” I cut her off.
“I believe Sophie,” Leena speaks up in her tiny voice as she stabs a carrot with her fork. Her light orange eyebrows knit together as she concentrates.
I love my baby sister.
“Shh!” Mom scolds.
“I believe her too,” Adam says loud enough to shut her up, but not so loud that he draws attention to us. Mom shoots him a look. A few freckles play on Adam’s cheeks when he smiles the only way I know that can stop Mom in her tracks.
How does he do that?
“I’m just saying that we shouldn’t let Sophie’s bad day turn in to a bad night.” Then he winks at me so Mom can’t see, like he’s saying, yeah, I got this. “How are you feeling Shoph?” Adam asks after a little while. One of his dress shirt covered arms wraps around the back of my chair.
I mean to answer, but I’m too dizzy so I nod. I have to cradle my head in my hands just so the room will stop spinning, and Mom starts complaining, saying I’m embarrassing her and to get my elbows off of the table. The last thing I remember about dinner is trying to get up to go to the bathroom to puke, but I trip over my combat boots and I assume I pass out not too long after.

I wake up at home in my bed, wishing that I could stop waking up in places that I didn’t remember going myself. “I told you she was sick,” Adam’s muffled voice says from outside my door.
Mom huffs and then stomps in her heels down the hall to her and Adam’s room. Then sleep finally grabs onto me and doesn’t let go.

Chapter 3 A Is For Accident “For me to take your word I had to steal it.”-Tori Amos
    I was sleeping.
Not so much a dream, but not quite a nightmare either.
    I was having a memory.
This happens a lot. I have trouble remembering things. Sometimes I have a hard time forgetting things. But my dreams, they remember everything.
It didn’t take me long to realize that this memory was of Jack.
The beginning. It always starts out nice. He bought me flowers, held my hand. All of that sentimental trash girls are supposed to love. And I did. And it was nice to love. And the sun is always nice before it betrays you by giving you sunburn or making you go blind.
The memory flashes forward to his birthday party. It was my freshman year of high school and he was a senior. I thought it was cool to be invited to a party so soon. He kept giving me drinks, which I thought was nice of him; serving me drinks at his own party. But they tasted kind of odd. I thought for a split second that there could have been something in them that wasn‘t supposed to be in there, something that made the room sway, my stomach turn. Then I thought, no.
Jack loves me.
I’m just being nervous like I always get at parties where there are a lot of people.
Flash.
Me getting sick, throwing up, and then leaving. Jack was nowhere to be found.
Flash.
Calling him the next day and breaking it off.
He showed up at my house a few days later begging for me to listen to him. I did. He gave me flowers and explained how he didn’t know what had gotten into my drink that made me sick but that he had nothing to do with it. I fell for it because I thought he cared.
Because I thought he loved me.
Because I was stupid and wanted to love him back.
Love is a monster; a Cyclops that can only see things with half the sight of the next person, a zombie that searches blindly for the all important “braiiins.” And it will never be satisfied, no matter how many people