Crystal's POV
I watch him shake his head continuously, thinking the person laying here is a different person and not the Crystal he knows and the lady he saw at a party two nights ago.
I wish I can hear his thoughts and see his mind. I look pathetic and unrecognized and it has made me throw myself into a world of depression and self-pity. I almost committed suicide last night but Jackson was my saving grace.
He made me realize what I was doing. I pleaded with him to let Brenda into my room but he refused. I needed someone to talk to and Brenda was the person. Bryce isn't. I want Brenda. But Jackson knows that letting Brenda in means letting words spread about my damaged face.
This is in contrast to my thoughts. My absence alone is enough to arouse my colleagues' curiosity. Th
