No moon to light the way as I take off down the road. Not even a hint of a trace of a sliver. Still, it helps to know it’s up there somewhere. Yeah, there are times in life when faith is the only thing you’ve got. I know this for a fact. Emma is only pretending to be your friend, chants a nasty little voice in my right ear. Do you really think she cares about a not-even-halfway-normal, forever-a-disappointment, oxymoronically named, and permanently introverted nocturnal mutant like you? Her father told her to do it. Does that make Emma the pathetic one? Or me? I’m too upset to know for sure. Who cares why she did it? whispers the voice in my other ear. Fact is, she was your friend … is your friend. Emma made an effort, when nobody else would. Doesn’t she get points for that? “Justshutupshutupshutup!” I yell at the voices, shaking my head to knock them loose from my ears. I pick up the pace in case they’re planning on following me.
