I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I'd throw up.

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.