Chapter Fifteen

It’s been a month since

all the

fighting.

 

Unlike me,

Karl can wiggle

his way out of

therapy and

counseling and

stuff.

 

He’s a better

talker

than me.

 

He’s been doing

good

around the house

and at

school.

He hasn’t been

fighting

with Mom

or at school.

 

He never

fights

with me.

 

The bad feeling

in the pit

of my

stomach

hasn’t gone

away

yet.

 

I’m taking more

pills than normal�"

as much as I

can without

getting caught.

 

Karl doesn’t

really care.

 

Mom is working

late.

 

I don’t really have

friends.

 

How else

should

I

cope?