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A.C. Wolfe
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“As a writer you try to listen to what others aren't saying...and write about the silence.” – N.R. Hart

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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #week. This is from Cainen’s official introduction to Red.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #notaromance
White text on a black background. "So... why were you in our room at four am?" I ask. I don't want to get too comfortable. Just because he has a nice laugh doesn't mean he's a nice person. He did follow me around the school for a week. At least. He shrugs. "I didn't fully register the time. I just wanted to, uh, introduce myself before people started waking up. I figured the more people around, the harder it'd be to, uh, talk." "Yeah, sure. Hence why I followed you into a creepy abandoned building." "It really did sound better in my head," Red says. "I dunno what I thought was gonna happen. I'm not exactly an expert on social interaction, given that I've been invisible to everyone for the past two weeks and may or may not exist. Kinda puts a damper on one's social life." I snort despite myself.
November 15, 2025 at 1:22 AM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word (for real this time) is #build. I went with #building. Red is being angsty. He does this often lol.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #nightmares #notaromance
White text on a black background. "You good?" I ask. His face looks eerie, lit by only the scarlet glow of the clock. The light ripples across him in waves as he shrugs. "Nothing I can't handle. Just..." Even in the dark, I can see him flush. "I just don't want to be alone right now," he finishes. "Not in, like, a weird way, or anything, I'm just— I'm making this worse, aren't I?" "Maybe a little." I say. I laugh a little louder than I meant to. but a quick glance at Andee's bed reveals that he is still sleeping. Typical. "I have nightmares," Red says. "No worries, man. I get it." Red sighs. "Yeah. I guess. I just... He doesn't finish the thought. "Your nightmares," I ask, already anticipating that I'll regret the answer, "Are they about... your, uh, past? Like, before you... got here, I mean." Red nods. "Yeah. I haven't exactly had a stellar childhood. Which makes it so much more fucked up that I'm... like this. Who'd purposely design someone to be this screwed up? It's like building a machine you already know isn't gonna work." I shrug. "Don't ask me, man. I just live here." He smiles slightly. I look at the clock. It's not even four yet. Red catches me looking. "Sorry, I'm not great at making conversation." I flush. "Me neither, clearly."
November 13, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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There is one character in my story who explicitly has kinks and he has… all of them? lol. That’s an exaggeration ofc, but he is definitely a bit on the extreme side of things. Found this screenshot of a post a while ago that I think sums up his interests well lol.

In a word: vore :)
Post by avainblue on tumblr. The text reads as follows. you want to fuck him i want to consume him i want to live inside his skin like a beast in the walls of his house i want to be his birth and his death and his beginning and his end and his undoing and his armageddon and his divine creator i want to eat him whole i want him to love me love me love me love me as the worshippers love the temple and as the temple loves the lamb and as the lamb loves the knife i want to be his vampire i want to be his life i want him to tear me apart i want to create worlds out of him and destroy them and destroy him and have him wake up in the morning next to me i want to call him pretty i want to brush his hair i want to crack him up i want to choke him i want to make him bleed i want to kiss the blood from his skin i want him buried deep inside the wound of my desire i want him to be my best friend i want him to loathe me i want to fight him to the death i want to be his favourite girl his favourite villain i want to be his worst fear i want my fingers in his mouth i want my mouth on his jugular i want to be the only thing inbetween him and death eternal i want my teeth in him i want i want i want i want
November 13, 2025 at 7:19 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
The #WIPsnips word for today (or rather, for yesterday… oops) is #shirt. I went with this scene: Cainen arriving at his new boarding school.

I will be posting today’s actual word later lol. Stay tuned! :)

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #school #uniforms
White text on a black background. I tune out the rest of his speech, instead taking inventory of the crowd. It's more diverse than I thought. But there's definitely a different vibe than public school. I'm not sure how to describe it. Maybe it's the seas of white shirts and navy blue bottoms, the dead silent atmosphere as if each and every one of these rookie students are already terrified of Mr. Queen and the school he commands. Maybe they're worried that if they step out of line then they'll violate their parole or something. Give it time. After the first few weeks, the whole dynamic is going to change. New students are going to settle in to their routines and their old bad habits. They just need to get a feel for their environment first. The teachers are all woven into the spaces between the tables, like poorly disguised undercover cops. Obviously, they're here to keep us in line while Mr. Queen speaks. I shudder to think about what that might mean. Are private schools allowed to use corporal punishment? I mentally remind myself to Google it later.
November 13, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #burger. Cainen is waiting on someone…

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #waiting #notaromance
White text on a black background. I pick at my leftover burger and stare at the door. Maybe if he shows up now, I won't have to eat. I'll make up some excuse and follow him out the door and we'll wander aimlessly around the neighborhood together and talk about some empty fantasy until the sun starts setting. We could wander down to that park down the road and make out on the swing set like some fucking romance novel. But the doorbell doesn't ring, and eventually I give up on waiting and eat my burger.
November 11, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #local. This scene is from the introduction to Red, who they (rightfully) think is a creep.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #hallucination #notaromance
White text on a black background. Andee rubs his fingertips into his eyes. "You're gonna end up on a true crime documentary," he says. "There's gonna be YouTube video essays on your murder." I snort. "Hey, at least that's a cool way to die. 'Local teen murdered by invisible man.' It'd become a Reddit story or something." Andee rolls his eyes. "Your priorities are seriously messed up," he says. "I mean, have you seen where we are?" He sighs, an admission of my victory. "Okay, fine," he says. "This is crazy, but fine. He's sleeping on your side of the room, though. And you gotta swear that I won't be implicated in your suspicious demise. The last thing I need is another murder charge." I laugh. "Deal."
November 11, 2025 at 1:11 AM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
The #WIPsnips word for today is #picture. I found a scene where it shows up twice. This might get reworked a little bit in edits, but the gist will remain the same. Cainen reminisces on his dead parents.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #grief
White text on a black background. As promised, Aunt Tracy isn't here. I blast my music as loud as I can and wander the halls like a ghost. There are no pictures of my parents. About a month after the accident (or The Accident, as I call it), she smashed every frame and threw out every picture in a depressive rage. I can't say I blame her. But sometimes I miss their faces, and I wish they were in the house watching me grow up. Although maybe it's good that they never saw the mess I've become. They can die feeling like they succeeded. That burden falls on Aunt Tracy. Not that she's at fault. I'm pretty sure my mess is my own. But she's the one left to deal with the steaming pile of fresh shit that my parents left in their wake. One last dump before they were gone forever. Thanks a lot, Mom and Dad.
November 10, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #little. Found a spot where it showed up twice. In which Annabelle opens up to Cainen about her “superpower.”

#WIP #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #telepathy #mentalillness
White text on a black background. I still don't look up when Annabelle sits across from me. "Andee still gone?" she asks. "Yeah. Guess he had more to do than he thought." Annabelle grunts. "Guess so. I can imagine it's not easy moving homes again." "Is he moving? He didn't tell me that." "Oh. My bad. I figured he mentioned it to you. Sometimes I forget..." She trails off, but I think I can guess her meaning. "That you can read minds?" I finish. Her eyes flash as she looks at me. "Yeah. That. It's hard to tell, sometimes, what people say and what they... don't." "Is it like... constant? All the time?" "Not exactly. I have to be focusing on someone. But I don't exactly like going around invading people's thoughts. It's just that, sometimes, Nicole likes to mess with me. I'll be walking down the hallway and the kid four feet away from me is fantasizing about killing and raping his English teacher. Or the girl behind me is tugging on her earlobe four times to stop the intrusive thoughts about hurting her little brother. There's no shortage of fucked up people here." Annabelle cuts her cinnamon roll in half with the plastic spoon with a little too much force. The handle bends. "You can say that again," I say. I risk a glance at Mr. Smith. His back is to me. I swallow the nausea. Annabelle looks up. "What'd he do?" "Get out of my head," I snap. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pry. That's what I mean."
November 8, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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The #WIPsnips word for today is #movement. This is the first time it shows up in my novel, in an early chapter.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #mentalillness #school #panic
White text on a black background. All of the worries I'd been repressing for the last two hours come crashing down, invisible fists pounding into my lungs. So many things I need to consider. So many things that could go wrong. It's a boarding school. That means roommates. That means meals will be served, and monitored. Bathroom breaks will be clocked. Every word, every movement... I was worried, but now I'm full-on terrified. I can feel the panic attack coming, the pressure building in my temples, the alarms going off in my brain.
November 8, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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The #WIPsnips word for today is #penultimate. Surprisingly, I did have the synonym: #second-to-last. Cainen is doing a personality test for class. Yes, this class is as bad as (and perhaps worse than) it sounds.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #school #test
White text on a black background. I wonder if Mr. Smith would let me use the bathroom if I get done early. No harm in trying, right? I'm filling in the second-to-last bubble when a shadow over my desk makes me flinch. When I look up, Mr. Smith maintains eye contact for just a second too long. "When you've finished, please raise your hand, and I will come collect your work." He's still staring at me when he says it. I wait until someone else raises their hand, pretending to review my answers (Am I even allowed to do that on a personality test?) and then I raise mine. Rule number one: Never finish first. Always wait for someone else. Being the first to finish means you stand out too much. Both to the teachers and the students. The student who raises their hand first is a blonde kid who looks like he's five feet and ninety pounds, max. He's absolutely dwarfed in his chair by Mr. Smith, who is just as uncannily skinny but at least a foot taller and a century older. Mr. Smith seems to revel in the little scrap of power it gives him.
November 7, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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The #WIPsnips word for today is #trail. I went with #trailing. Cainen goes to therapy and feels like he’s being watched…

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #chills #mentalillness
White text on a black background. I'm about to walk to the bathroom when a familiar sensation races up my arms. Chills. Goosebumps rising like warning flags or speed bumps. I look around. No sign of the blonde mystery guy. I'm not relieved, though. Maybe he's here somewhere, and I just can't see him. Why would he be here? Then again, if he's in my head, then of course he'd be here. Still, I'd like to keep the crazy contained to Forest Step, at least. I don't like the idea of the crazy following me home, tagging along to my therapy appointments, trailing around behind me like a ball and chain. I look around again on my way to the bathroom. Nothing. Maybe it's just cold in here. I did see a fan running. Maybe that's it. I'm just on edge. Right.
November 5, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #steel. I went with steels. Pretty sure I’ve posted this scene before, but it’s a good one. Cainen gets some answers from Wright.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #WriteSky #accident #trauma #parasite
White text on a black background. "How long have you been in my head, Wright?" I whisper as I put on the last of my clothes and start tearing down the privacy curtain. He doesn't respond. That only steels my resolve. You were here before Forest Step, weren't you? Before Marsheen. Still no response. I think about the last time I had a period. It's been about a year and a half. Red said he'd been here for about a year before we met. And what happened around that time? It was the accident, wasn't it? "Kid, it's not quite that simple." Just tell me. Enough of your weird secretive bullshit. "Yes. It was the accident. That's how we work. When you undergo something traumatic, it changes your brain. Again, just science. For us, that means... it's easier to get in. Think of everyone's head as a room behind a locked door. Technically you can still get in, but you either need a key or you need to know how to pick locks. Most of us don't have that skill. The accident was like taking an axe to that door. Leaves room for us to enter. How big the axe is and how wide the hole is just depend on the individual. Sometimes minor things bust the door wide open. Sometimes the axe just bounces off. You people are weird like that."
November 5, 2025 at 12:42 AM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
The #WIPsnips word for today is #nice. This scene uses the word nice no less than five times, so it felt right to use it. Hope everyone had a *nice* day!

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #parasite #mentalillness #fight
White text on a black background. The word nice is highlighted in green five times. "What... did you... do?" Andee asks. "Put her to sleep. She won't be waking up for a while," Nicole says. "Trust me, I'm being nice. Doing all of us a favor." "You and your favors," Wright says. "You're a real Good Samaritan, aren't you? How about you do us a favor... and get out." Nicole is back in our face again. "I'm not going anywhere." Wright throws the punch before I even feel it. One moment we're staring at Nicole, the next my fist is connecting with her jaw. "Ow," she says drily, rubbing her face. "That wasn't very nice, Wright. So much for your 'Nice Guy' act." She doesn't seem too hurt. I'm not sure whether I'm relieved or disappointed. "I've never claimed to be nice. Nicer than you, maybe, but that's a low bar."
November 4, 2025 at 3:35 AM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Today’s word is #cobweb. I went with #spider’s-web instead. Cainen finally gets to shower at home instead of in a dorm.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #shower #mentalillness
White text on a black background. I missed Aunt Tracy's shower. Hot water that actually works. Being able to adjust the water pressure. The fish-patterned shower curtain. The fluffy blue bath mat. It's familiar. Normal. It's also easier to avoid looking in the mirror. The bathroom is bigger. More space to hide. It's easy to lose track of time. No roommate to share the hot water with. No clocks. Just the rhythm of the water drumming in my ears, washing away everything. All my pain. All my worry. All my dirt. All the thoughts. It's a package deal. I still haven't decided if I want to keep the buzz cut or not. I content myself by picking at the out-of-place strands of hair, letting them slip between my fingers and slide like strands of a spider's web down the drain.
November 2, 2025 at 8:58 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
I made a gif a while ago for this exact scenario…
November 2, 2025 at 7:23 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
The #WIPsnips word for today is #ancestor. Had to do some digging to find this one. Cainen reminisces on their (brief) love life (this scene will be ironic very soon lol).

#WIP #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #WriteSky #notaromance
White text on a black background. She told me I was the only person she could be herself around. I told her she was the only person I didn't want to drop kick off a cliff, which was partially true. She was the only girl I ever confessed to. Mostly because she's the only girl I've ever liked who wasn't straight. I know, my taste in women is terrible. But hey, at least I don't have to worry about my taste in men. I told my parents I was lesbian after me and Yena started dating. They were fine with it. They always were cool like that. My parents used to tell me about how my ancestors were Quakers, all that shit about tolerance and love and how we're all God's children, blah, blah, blah. I don't really think my ancestors would actually have loved me, but they don't matter now. They're dead. My parents loved me. But they're dead, too.
November 1, 2025 at 10:16 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Happy Halloween! Today’s #WIPsnips word is #monster. Had a bunch of good options, but I went with this scene because it appears twice. Cainen has a nightmare.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #nightmare #writesky
White text on a black background. The word monster is highlighted in green twice. For a moment, I can see myself as my fourteen-year-old self would. She would look at me and see a monster. A zombie. Not just a freak— we've always been that. There's something alluring about being an outsider. That's not what this is. I've become something worse now. She screams and the mirror shatters. I forget which side I'm on. Am I her, or am I the monster? Am I the scared little girl, or am I the man that haunts her dreams? I stopped being a real person a long time ago. The only one I'm haunting is myself.
October 31, 2025 at 10:50 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Today’s #WIPsnips word is #spell. I’ve posted this scene before, but it’s a fun one. Cainen finally gets an introduction from Wright, the immortal parasite living in his brain.

#wip #writing #trans #queer #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #parasite #mentalillness
White text on a black background. "Okay. Let's go back to the beginning. Hi. My name is Wright." Next thing you know I'll have you on one shoulder and Left on the other. "Ha, ha. Very original. No one has ever made that joke before." What are you, Wright? "Think of me like... a hitchhiker. You're the car that happened to pick me up." And I can't drop you off, can I? "Unfortunately not. You're stuck with me. I'm stuck with you." Until I die. That's what Nicole was saying. "Yeah." That only half answers my question. You're giving me metaphors. What are you? "Oh, Jesus, do I really have to spell it out for you? Surely you've figured this out by now." What are you? I persist. "Just your friendly neighborhood symbiotic organism." You're a parasite? "No. In case you've forgotten basic sixth grade science, parasites feed off of their host. I'd like to consider it more of a... mutualistic relationship. We both benefit."
October 30, 2025 at 9:56 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Today’s #WIPsnips word is #broomstick. It shows up once, when Cainen commits a minor act of symbolic vandalism.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #school #writesky
White text on a black background. It's easy to be defiant in my head. To talk back when there are no consequences. The door to the supply closet is unlocked. I'm not sure why I'm surprised. All the cleaning supplies are there. The broom. Clumps of dust collecting on the floor. "Clem, seriously, what are you doing?" The broom will work. Nothing else is heavy enough. "Breaking the fucking glass." I pick up the broom and brush past Red towards Mr. Smith's door. He's already gone for break. Most of the teachers are, except for Mr. Friedman and the office staff, and a few other of the higher-grade-level teachers. The bare minimum amount of people to keep us in line. And the cameras won't see me, courtesy of Wright. I jab the handle of the broomstick through the glass panel on Mr. Smith's door like I'm hurling a spear. Or try to. It doesn't work the first time, or the second. "Clem, what're you—" "Shh. I need this, Red. Just let me have this. This one thing. Please." He stays silent. The third time it cracks. The fourth time the handle goes all the way through. The fifth time, there's a jagged hole where the glass used to be. I'm laughing as I run back into the supply closet. My hands are shaking- whether from adrenaline or panic, I'm not sure— but I feel great.
October 29, 2025 at 9:02 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Since I’ve seen a lot of people talking about calling people outside their family “Aunt” today… here’s a snippet from my current WIP in which one of the characters ends up staying with the protagonist and his aunt.

#WIP #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #family #aunt
White text on a black background. "I can't freeload off of you forever." Vince says "What do you think I am? I'm just as much of a freeloader as you are. Aunt Tracy loves picking up strays." "I heard that!" Aunt Tracy says, poking her head in from the other room. "Love you," I say back. "Love you too!" "Seriously, Cainen. Your aunt didn't sign up to deal with me." "You worry too much, Vince. If my aunt hasn't kicked you out by now, she's not going to." Vince sighs. "Hey, Ms. Tracy?" "I'm your honorary Aunt at this point, Vince," Aunt Tracy says, walking in from where she was not so subtly listening. "You can just call me Aunt Tracy. 'Miss' is so formal."
October 29, 2025 at 3:49 AM
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The #WIPsnips word for today is #costume. This is from the introduction to Red (aka “Mystery Boy”), which I’ve posted parts of before.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #hallucination #mentalillness #notaromance
That wakes Andee up. Mystery Boy doesn't seem to care. Not that I'd expect him to. He is a hallucination, after all. The lights go on. I expect Mystery Boy to vanish as soon as the light touches him, but no, he's still there. I can smell the acrid smoke as his match burns down. It's a pretty vivid hallucination. Great work, Brain. You really pulled out all the stops on this one. Now that Andee is awake, and the lights are on, most of my fear has faded. It's not real. It can't be real. It's just another aimless scheme my trauma-fried brain cooked up to scare me. The latest snuff film in my imagination's endless reels of false horrors. First Mystery Voice, now Mystery Boy. So many mysteries, I'm practically the schizo version of Scooby Doo. Next thing I know, Mr. Queen will be dressing up in ghost costumes to scare away anyone who threatens to expose his unethical business practices.
October 28, 2025 at 10:50 PM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #blood-curdling. There’s lots of blood used in my story, and one curdling, but none of them together, so I I went with just “curdling.“ Content warning for threat of violence and some allusion to abuse.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #trauma #abuse
White text on a black background. "What is he, twelve? Seems a little young for you." Eva says. Eli shrinks in his seat. She has no way of knowing who he is. No way of fathoming the impact of her words. I should forgive her ignorance, change the subject, move on with the same flippant disregard that I've forced into every interaction. But I don't. "Say one more word about him and I'll rip your scalp off and stuff it down your fucking throat." The words boil with an unexpected rage, an anger that astonishes even me, that burns my lungs and stains my teeth on its way out. Eva is silent. "Go on," I continue. "Make another fucking joke. Try me." The silence starts to settle, like curdling milk, crusting over and starting to stink of rot and decay.
October 27, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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The #WIPsnips word for today is #hat. It shows up once, after Cainen gets a letter from his aunt.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #writesky #therapy #mentalillness
White text on a black background. If she really gave a shit about me "going back and forth every weekend," she wouldn't have blindly trusted Marsheen and sent me here in the first place. She's just buttering me up so I'll be nice to whichever unfortunate therapist she pulls out of the hat for me.
October 26, 2025 at 11:14 PM
whitewolfe32.bsky.social
Today’s #WIPsnips word is #lottery. It shows up exactly once. Not sure if this will survive editing, because I have to rework this scene a lot, but this is the introduction to one of the important side characters, Annabelle.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #mbti #writesky
White text on a black background. "So," I say. "I'm an..." I look at the paper again to check the letters. "ISFP-T." "INTJ-A," Annabelle says. "At least we have being an introvert in common. Seems like there isn't much else." "Yeah, guess not," I say. "Oh, look at this. I'm a 'true artist' with the 'ability to find joy in everyday life,' how wonderful. I'm so full of joy." "Yikes," Annabelle says as she flips through her own report. "I dunno, I kinda like mine, though. I 'possess a rare combination of vision and pragmatism' which might be the most stuck-up thing I've ever said, but I'm gonna pretend it's true." I laugh. "Wow. Impressive. Congrats on winning the personality test lottery, I guess."
October 25, 2025 at 7:43 PM
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Today’s #WIPsnips word is #total. I went with “totally.” Cainen shoots down another one of Aunt Tracy’s therapist ideas.

#wip #writing #queer #trans #ya #horror #fiction #therapy #writesky
White text on a black background. "There's that new group therapy thing they started, right? How's that going?" I can't even remember what happened at this week's group meeting. "I dunno. Fine, I guess. Better than individual therapy." Because it's easier to hide. But that I don't say. Aunt Tracy seems to see right through me. "Well, I haven't totally given up on that." Of course she hasn't. "I've been looking at some internal options. Some of the faculty members are licensed—" "No." "What?" She's as startled by the cold certainty in my voice as I am. I freeze. What do I say? I can't tell her why, can't tell her that I don't trust the faculty members, certainly not one-on-one, not now, not since... I'm taking too long to respond. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have mentioned individual therapy. Stupid.
October 25, 2025 at 1:03 AM