Chapter .3.

Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. -Edgar Allen Poe *** "So... they didn't accept you?" I look away from Doctor Schulman, glaring at the ground as I hold my hands towards him. "What on earth are you doing?" He squints at me in confusion as I push my hands closer to him. "I have splinters in my fingers." "I can't even see what color your shirt is, and you expect me to get splinters out of your skin?" I sigh at the old man and slowly shake my head. "Where's Leo?" "Leo!" I glare at him, "I could have done that." But his call produces my younger brother. "What happened now?" he sighs, his shoulders falling as he takes in the wooden pieces at are embedded into the skin. I watch as he pulls a