~ Some time later ~
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Today is Lydia's 17th birthday. I turned 19 a few months ago now. I'm not any closer to figuring out what I am than I was a year ago.
I haven't spoken to Lydia since the night I killed her. The necklace that Lenny and Emily gave me helps me to stay in control for the most part, but it's hard for me still. And I will not see Lydia again until I have complete control.
It's been hard as hell to stay away. It's literally painful. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to fall to pieces if I don't see Lydia.
A few months after I decided not to go back, things got rough. I couldn't get out of bed or eat or sleep. I felt like a shell of a person. Anytime Mom tried to get me up, my powers would go all haywire.
Even
