Chapter 15

• There are familiar voices, whispers—I can hear them talking about me. One of the voices is Oliver’s, and the other is someone I don’t wish to hear again. I know that voice well.
• Ah! My doctor. Oliver’s younger brother. The other person I used to trust. I haven’t heard from him in a while—almost a year. Almost a year since my last episode. It’s funny to hear him again. It means I will never get better.
• I want to move or open my eyes, but I can’t. I also can’t speak. Maybe they shot the medication into me again—the one they use to calm me.