It took Kristina 20 minutes to get to Sebastio's and in those 20 minutes, I still haven't thought of what to tell her. I ran through a couple of ideas such as:

Tell her I ran into the mirrors in the House of Mirrors maze, even though the carnival doesn't come to town for another two months.

Tell her that I dropped a glass of water, even though that wouldn't explain how the glass broke and embedded itself on my face.

Tell her that I tripped and fell into a window, ignoring and breaking every law of physics known to man.

There were a few more that I really thought about saying, but when she walked through the door they all erased from my brain because I realized that I can not lie to Kristina Taylor. I can not lie to the girl I love about what happened to me because the reason I love her is that she is one of the few people who care about what happens to me.

She walked slowly across the empty restaurant (provided by Matthew), without either of us saying anything. She was probably taking in the damage to my face while I was just looking for something to say. It took me 20 minutes to come up with a dozen wrong things to say, I'm going to need a little longer than 30 seconds to figure out the right thing to say.

She sat next to me in the booth, her hand reaching out towards my face but quickly falling back to her side.

"You didn't do this to yourself right?" She whispered quietly, her eyes still raking over my face.

"Not purposefully and you can touch; I can't feel it," I informed her with a slight smile and a tilt of my head. Her eyes widened in concern and I shook my head.

"Adrenaline," I whispered and she sat still for a few moments before slowly nodding.

"I haven't told Cole. I didn't have time. I just wanted to find you and I-"

I placed a small kiss to her lips before pulling away and resting a hand on her cheek. I can tell what's going through her head right now by looking at her facial expression. She doesn't think that this is real. She thinks that I am still wandering the streets alone somewhere.

And if that isn't what's going through her mind, then she's probably thinking that she doesn't want for this to be real. She probably would have preferred to not find her girlfriend sitting in their favorite pizza parlor with glass littered all over her face. She probably may even regret getting involved with me at this point, but that would be too bad because she's stuck with me.

Me and my glass filled face.

"Can you call him for me while we go to your car? As much as I want to torture him, I'd rather him not think I'm dead so that he doesn't send police searching for me." I said smoothly, grabbing Kristina's hand and leading her out of the booth, She was still pretty unresponsive, but by the time we had walked outside she had handed me her ringing phone.

"Kris did you-"

"I am alive and unwell. Not that you would care because you're probably too busy taking care of Tabitha."

"Adri I-"

"I don't care Cole. Goodbye." I spoke before ending the call.

Was that rude? Yes. Was it disrespectful? Very. Did he deserve it? Completely.

Kristina opened my door for me and I stepped in with a polite smile. When she got into her side of the car she was silent and she was silent for a lot of the ride too. She decided to speak when we were about 10 minutes from her house.

"Cole is dating Tabitha?"

"Yes."

"You caught them together?"

"Yes."

"Those are the only things that I'm absolutely sure of, but I'm going to assume that you tried to hurt her?"

I stayed silent for a few moments and turned to face the window. I don't really want to tell her this part because I don't want to remind her how crazy I am, but I don't want to lie to her and not telling her is the equivalent of lying.

"I threw some vases and a chair at her. Funny story though, I'm the only one who ended up hurt." I ended my explanation with my voice louder than when I began and a crude laugh at the end.

Kristina stayed quiet, so I took that as an invitation to keep talking.

"I got my heart broken, I lost my brother, I lost my home and I'm probably about to lose my girlfriend because who the fuck wants to be with a girl they have to pick up from a pizza parlor with a face full of glass? And that last part is really going to suck because I really like my girlfriend."

By the end of my little speech I was sobbing and Kris had parked her car in her driveway. She had also walked over to my side of the car and gently pulled me into a hug; A weird hug because she was kind enough to mind my face, but a hug nevertheless.

She picked me up bridal style and closed the door of her car. "You are not going to lose your girlfriend because she's way too attached to you to let a short drive to a pizza parlor and a little glass get in the way of this relationship."

It was the best attempt that Kris could make to make a joke at this point in time. I can tell that she wants to cry right now, but she's probably trying to be all strong and tough right now. I appreciate it, but I don't really need it right now.

I'm just grateful to have her with me.

When I realized that I was still sobbing by the time Kristina had tucked me into her bed, it dawned on me that this was my first time consciously crying since the incident. I mean I was probably crying as I ran away to begin with, but I don't actually remember crying. As opposed to right now, where I can actually feel the tears running down my face and I can hear the sobs racking through my chest.

"I gotta get that glass out. This still doesn't hurt?" She whispered, placing a gentle hand on my cheek.

There was a slight sting at the contact, but I think that it's supposed to hurt a lot more than that. If my body decides that it wants to all of a sudden run out of adrenaline as soon as Kris starts taking out the glass, I am going to be really upset.

I shook my head to answer Kris's question and she nodded before getting up to walk into her bathroom. Eventually she came back with what looked like tweezers and alcohol pads, then sat next to me. I tried to focus on her eyes so that I wouldn't pay too much attention to the burning that followed after she took out every piece of glass.

"Well it looks like none of the glass went in too deep." She whispered quietly and I smiled back in response. I guess that not having to get plastic surgery is the best news that I'm going to get today.

"How did you end up at Sebastio's?" She spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Someone said that it was a good idea," I answered, redirecting my eyes to the ceiling. I know that Kristina knows who I'm talking about but I wish that she didn't. There is nothing crazier than talking to yourself and I not only talk to myself, but to the voices in my head.

"Did they also tell you to throw the vase at Tabitha?" She asked, a hint of bitter laced behind her tone.

I understand Kristina's frustration with the voice because I have given her no reason to like the voice. All I do is complain about it and the things that it says. In reality though, if they were to ever stop talking to me, I wouldn't really know what to do. I've already lost one; I don't think I can lose another.

"They apologized." I defended quietly, but I'm pretty sure Kris wouldn't be accepting their apology anytime soon.

"Adri...you can't try and kill people. They will take you away from me." She whispered, running alcohol pads over my now glass free face.

I turned my eyes back towards her and then nodded. "I know that. I wasn't really there when everything happened. It all happened really fast and is now just a huge blur in my memory."

What I had just said was a little misleading though because it prompts Kris to believe that if I was completely sane, I wouldn't have tried to kill Tabitha, which is a lie. If I didn't try to kill her, I would have least tried to hurt her. Sane or not, I really hate Tabitha.

Kristina threw everything into the trash can and then came to lie beside me. I turned my body to face her, my hand running up and down her arm.

"If they lock me up in that place, you can come and visit. I'd like it if you came to visit." I told her and she rolled her eyes at me.

I've never had any visitors in the psych ward before because the only people who ever want to see me when I go are Ellie and Cole. I love Ellie too much to let her step foot inside of a psych ward and I never want to see Cole because I'm always mad at him for not fighting hard enough to make sure I don't end up there. The truth is, he does fight for me and he hates the place as much as I do, but his opinion can't outdo Tabitha's in addition to my parents'. I wouldn't mind having Kristina visit me in the psych ward though.

I wouldn't mind having Kristina visit me anywhere.

"I would love to visit you, but I would love it even more if we could just stay here." She whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. She looked exhausted and a little bit worried still. I've worn her out with my craziness before, but I can understand why she's a little more worn out today.

"Are you going to sleep?" I asked quietly, pulling the blankets over her.

Her eyes peeked open, slightly confused.

"You're not?" She asked with a small yawn at the end.

My body is probably worn out to the point of not being able to even stand at this point, but my brain still has so many more things to say and is willing and able to keep the rest of my body up to hear them; that's why I take the sleeping medicine. Seeing as how I've skipped out on my afternoon medication though, there are so many more voices than usual meaning my sleeping meds probably wouldn't even work.

"Not yet, but soon," I responded. Kristina opened her mouth to retort, but I pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. "Go to sleep Kristina. I'll be here when you wake up."

She looked weary for a few moments, but when I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head against her chest, I was able to watch her eyes flutter closed again. The sounds of soft snores followed soon after and her body relaxed in my arms.

I don't want for her to hate me Adrianna. I don't blame her. I can't help being this way when Lily is gone; can't you explain that to her? No, because that would require me having to tell her that I've named the voices in my head, which will make me look twenty times crazier than I already look. But it's Lily, everybody loves Lily. I'm sorry Evan, but I can't; just because you lost the girl you love, doesn't mean I have to too.