Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles
Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.
I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."
He tries to bite my finger.
I steal it back.
I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.