Glass {A Jick Story} Ep.7

Nick Yes, Demi is my only friend here. We don’t talk much–but do when we can–and this is her first time at group. She’s been here a week and in isolation. It’s weird how we met. I was walking to the boy’s bathroom and bumped into her. We began talking and eventually knew everything about eachother, even if we just sat in a stall whispering. We agreed to watch eacothers backs. I’m glad she’s level two now, because we can talk more, in class, at the cafeteria, and group. “Please sit down, Demi.” urges Dr. Boston. “We’re ready to start.” Demi seemd to be in a distant place, away from everything else, deep in thought. “Demi?” Dr. Boston’s voice brings her out of her daze and sets her feet in motion. She takes an empty sit beside me. Demi (whoa different) “Demi?” Dr. Boston’s voice swims down into the blue, disturbs me enough to set my feet in motion. The new eyes follow me as I sit beside Nick, who has the most startling eyes of all–round, dark eyes, with gold flecks. Eyes that look like they’ve glimpsed behind the gates of hell. “Hey, Demi.” You would expect a deeper voice from someone who has shaken hands with the devil. And why do I still think that? He’s friendly enough. In fact, he’s the only one in the room who bothers with greetings. The others sit around staring in silence. Nick glances around the room. “What’s up people? Usually you won’t shut up. Now you’ve got nothing to say just because a pretty girl walks through the door?” Well, that woke them up! Everyone …