Epilogue

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"Remind me why we have to move across country to a shabby small town right next to rains-everyday-Seattle?" I asked when my mom finally got into the car.

"Job offer, for the millionth time, I know you're going to have a hard time making friends at first and that you like your friends here, but you know how hard it is job-wise here."

"Yeah, job stuff. Y'know I could just stay here anyway, I'm 18."

"But you won't, please don't make this harder than it has to be."

I fell silent at my mom's words. I understand, I just wasn't particularly happy. I just got close with the two friends from here after years of living here. Now I have to start over again and be the weird new girl who wears gloves inside. Yeah Morgellons disease wasn't exactly easy to navigate or control or even just live with. It was horrible. Anytime I got anxious, my hands itched, the gloves helped some, but it didn't stop anything. It still felt like bugs were crawling under my skin. I knew they weren't real, it was just my mind making my life hell. My hands itched just thinking about the new school. 

"Try not to worry about it Ophelia, you'll love the new house, your room will be bigger and the bed sheets for the new bed will look great. I promise, you can at least find comfort at home."

She looked at me and I glared out the window.

"Just try and act a little excited. You know how hard it's been for me after your father left."

There she goes using the dad card again. I know she was hurt when he left, but so was I.

"You lost a husband, I lost a father."

She scoffed.

"All I'm asking is that you try and look on the bright side of things."

I looked back out the window and prepared myself for the long ride.

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