WHY ARE THE BAD THINGS ALWAYS SO MUCH EASIER TO BELIEVE? IT SHOULDN'T
be that way. But it is, every single time. You're too sensitive and too worried, they say. You care too much about all the wrong things. One little whisper in your ear and the words tumble through your head like you're the one who thought them first. Hear them enough and pretty soon they're etched on the surface of your heart.
But right now, I've got to forget all the ways I've come to accept that I am broken. As I sit here in this cold, dark room, deep in the pitch-black woods, staring into this lying stranger's eyes, I need to think the opposite about myself. I need to believe that I am a person I have never known to myself to be. That in my deepest, darkest, most useless corners lies a secret. One that just might end up being the thing that saves me. That saves us. Because there is a lot that I don't understand about what's going on. So much, actually. But I do know this: despite all the great in this woman's eyes, we need to convince her to help us. Because our lives depend on it. And on us getting out that door.
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THE OUTLIERS 《KIMBERLY McCREIGHT》
Teen FictionIt all started with a text: Please, Wylie, I need your help. Wylie hasn't heard from Cassie in over a week.
