That night, I did something I'd never done before. I phoned Jarvis and left a message, 'Let's do it, let's run away together. I don't care anymore. We'll make it work. We'll do whatever we have to do to get by.' But I didn't hear from him for days and days. Not a thing. My stomach was growing like ti-trees in the bush, twisted and knobbly. I felt so afraid. Had he changed his mind? Has Nina discovered us? Has she heard my message? It was so stupid of me to leave a message like that on his phone. What if I've destroyed everything?
I went to school like a drone. I tried to pay attention. I did my homework in the library. On Tuesday I went to remediation with Mrs Pearse. Her ten-point system was a lecture in common sense, so basic and uninspiring it was offensive. My stomach was lined with the foulest feeling, something was off, I could sense it. It was true, we were symbiotic, I knew that something was wrong with Jarvis.
All I could do was wait.
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Teen FictionSylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of beco...
