I tell him about Mom and Celia and abandoning them to burn, landing in the soft safeness of selfishness, and poisoning myself to forget.
I'll either die unbearably by shame or die quickly by toxins.
The bell rings to end lunch.
"Do you want to go for a drive?"
"Yes."
YOU ARE READING
clean
Teen FictionAll Anette wants is to forget. Benedict wants her to be clean. She's not sure the two are synonymous.
