Alice in Chains When everything you think about the world and the people in it spins out of control, you have a couple of choices: run away with your tail tucked between your legs or hang the fuck on. I chose the latter. I wasn’t really accustomed to fighting. Good grades came easy to me, so did my relationship with my best friend. My mom ran and never even bothered looking back and my dad had perfected escapism as an art form. I wasn’t going to follow in that DNA path. Jake was easy to fight for because I knew who he was and what he was before all this shit went down. What wasn’t easy, what was hard as hell, was fighting invisible demons that had wedged themselves so far into him that I knew they would never be truly gone. But maybe if we played it right, they could be quieted. “Liv, you should be in school.” Jake set a coffee cup in front of me. I had skipped my run this morning; we were having one of North Dakota’s famous early blizzards.
