Already Gone
How old are you, anyway? Are you as old as my dad or Cal?
Hey, I got a job. It’s nothing special. Just something to keep me busy while I work on my certification to get trained as an EMT.
Cal keeps telling me that’s what I need. Distractions. Routine. “Normal life.”
I don’t feel normal. I feel like I’m moving through someone else’s life, pretending I belong in it.
Like I’m already gone and just… still here anyway.
Like a ghost walking in haunted hallways.
I did something else, too. With my parents’ insurance money. I paid someone to get me a list of—you’re going to think I’m stupid. I don’t even want to say it.
I’ll just say I am obsessed—absolutely obsessed, Ash—with one single, solitary goal. It will happen one day, whether I’m twenty or thirty or even fifty.
I will have revenge.
—Reva