Lyra
After Lewis left, I went to my room.
Dropping the bottle of pills he gave me on the bedside table, I sat on the bed. For a long time, I just stayed there, staring at the thin stream of light slipping in through the window shutters. My hands were folded in my lap. I could feel my legs tapping slowly, but the rest of me… felt distant. Like my body was here, but I wasn’t. Like I was watching something happen from somewhere far away, but nothing was in my line of vision.
A new life.
The words echoed in my head like a lullaby and what a sweet one it was. Full of hope, of everything good and wonderful. And maybe I wanted to like it, even believe it. Maybe I wanted to lean into the picture Lewis was painting for me when he suggested I leave this place. But it wasn’t easy, because my mind
