Maisie
I had a plan.
And maybe that was why I succeeded in fooling everyone into believing I was truly 'getting better'. Planning helped me compartmentalize and took my mind completely off the panic.
I went on my morning runs with Soren and Mercer. I laughed and pushed them into tree trunks and ran when they chased after me. I ate well. I took the remedies without fail. I answered the doctor's questions whenever she came over for the check ups. I made sure I fucked them hard enough to distract them. I even made them dinner, sometimes.
They still watched me with worry, but it turned out I was good at hiding things if I was desperate to.
I hung out with my friends. Laughed with them. I spent 'quality' time with Jericho in the staff room. When Quinlan dropped by for my classes, I sat in his lap with his hands under my shirt while I wrote my notes dutifully.
