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I
forgot shoes.
    Running a hand through my hair, I try to remember if I even
cleaned myself up. I probably look like a madman, and at the thought I begin to
laugh. I’m laughing hysterically as I lean against a tree when May comes
bounding up to the edge of the woods. She snuffles at my jeans and licks my
toes, causing me to giggle even more. I forgot to put a shirt back on, so when
I slide down the tree it scratches my back. I welcome the pain because it makes
me stop smiling.
    “You can give the psychotic guy meds, but he’s still
psychotic.” I grab May by the ears gently and ruffle them as I ramble. It will
take a few weeks for all the symptoms to dull. My case is severe; therefore,
I’ll never be quite right. But in a few weeks I’ll be able to handle life a lot
more than I can right now.
    “You’re late.” A shadow falls over me as Anastasia’s body
blocks the setting sun’s rays. A coolness washes over me, and I can’t help the
smile that dances across my face. I shield my eyes with my hand and squint up
at her.
    “You’re beautiful,” I tell her like a sap. I can’t see her
face, but I swear I just saw the hint of a smile.
    “You didn’t take your medication, did you?” A small hand
reaches out to me, and I take it gratefully. I try to school my face into
reasonable, but just the effort has me grimacing.
    “I did, it just takes a few weeks to get the crazy to
dampen.” I watch as May bounds down the grassy field towards the farmhouse that
I used to occupy from morning to sunset every day. Anastasia’s cool hand stays
in mine as she takes me down the grassy slope towards that home, and suddenly a
morose sadness overcomes me. I won’t be seeing D’Salvatore in this house anymore.
    “Tell me how you came to be living in a cabin on my father’s
property.” It’s not a question, but a quiet demand. We’re almost to the house,
and suddenly I don’t want to go inside. It makes me feel as if this is all too
real. An overwhelming feeling of stress floods through me and I start to feel
Tom surfacing.
    “Do you mind if we stay on the porch?” I ask quickly with a
bit of a bite to my tone. The dog is waiting patiently for the two humans to
finally make it to the porch. She has a dour look in her eyes, and Anastasia
opens up the creaking door to let the poor thing into the cool house. I feel the
cool air wash over me as I sit down on the steps. I worded it like a request,
but I’m not going into that house. If I do, Tom will surface.
    “I’ll get us some iced tea. Uh, don’t go anywhere alright?”
I’m not facing her, so I roll my eyes, and then I just nod. The scrapes on my
back sting and I’m pretty sure there might be a thorn in my toe. I lean over
and stare at the steps as another wave of dizziness clouds my vision. I’m not
sure that caffeine and sugar will help me right now, but I’m not going to turn
down something to wet my lips.
    Anastasia returns with two tall glasses of iced tea with a
slice of lemon floating in both. She hands me mine and sits down next to me on
the porch. I would expect her to be a little afraid of me, but she’s acting as
cordial as any host to a normal person. The tea is exceptionally cold and tooth
achingly sweet, so I put it down on the board next to me and swallow a few
times. Anastasia takes notice and laughs at me as she puts her hand up to cover
her smile.
    “I like it sweet.” She admits to me while she downs a
quarter of her own glass. I grimace at the way she downs the sticky, syrupy
drink and wonder if she’ll be bouncing to the moon and back soon. And I thought I was insane.
    “Tell me what the pharmacist told you.” I’m sure that good
old Henry Walt had something to say about Anastasia D’Salvatore picking
up my medication. It was very well known that her father didn’t want her to
know that I was here. She didn’t visit often, so it wasn’t hard to keep a
secret.
    “He told me that if you were going to kill me, you would
have already.