Publisher's Synopsis
Crazy, insane, mentally unstable, all words used to describe someone like me. They have no clue just how wrong they are. My name is...well that's not really important now is it? You'll find out what my name is soon enough. "Vickie," the nurse calls my name as she walks into the room. I turn my head to acknowledge her and whip back around almost wishing I hadn't turned my head when I smelled the blood. Great they sent the cutter to give me meds I think. I try to keep it together but the smell of that blood is just so tempting! She reaches out to give me the medication and I ask her to keep the bloody wrist away from me. Her chocolate brown eyes grow wide with guilt and shock as she tries to pretend she has absolutely no clue what I am talking about.
