When people think you're trying, they think you're looking for something. And I'm looking for nothing. When
But while Sam may not know what happened, he's witnessed the scars. Not the physical scar, but the emotional ones. And those are far deeper. ****
I am lost to him. I never want to be found. 
But I'm not normal. I'm so glad I'm medicated right now.
The next day I ask Mr. Frank about extra help, and he points disinterestedly to the student tutoring sign-up sheet tacked to the bulletin board. 