When Enzo wakes up the next morning, the ache in his chest is worse. Much worse.
He opens his eyes, slowly. The room is bright, too bright - dazzling. Painful.
He can't see the stars.
But he can feel Dan beside him, asleep.
Dan's breath is warm against Enzo's neck.
Enzo lies there, for a second, for an age, but when he tries to move, to sit up, sudden pain shoots through his chest - he gasps.
Dan is awake, immediately.
Enzo can't hear what he is saying - his eyes are closed again, he is drowning - but he can feel Dan's hand on his arm, then on his chest, tearing his T-shirt away from him, revealing his scars, and Enzo doesn't want Dan to see his scars, his scars are private, ugly, I don't want Dan to think I'm ugly - and then there are other people, other footsteps -
To Enzo, it is like an endless wave of silence. An endless wave of wrong silence. Slowly sinking. Slowly drowning.
Voices.
So many voices.
Drowning.
Drowning.
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The Anatomy of a Parody Heart
Teen Fiction|| Highest rankings: #1 in notfittingin (30/03/19) #9 in antibullying (25/05/18) || - COMPLETED - Enzo knows that he is different. He knows it in the way that people look at him. Talk about him. Bu...
