Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.