had to get home. She had to contact D. and make sure he was all right.âUh . . . you know, I think I should probably head back to the boardinghouse.â
His face fell. âBut I thought you liked it here. I thought I was helping you get over all the stuff youâve been through.â
âYou have. Really,â she insisted, desperate to spare his feelings. âItâs just that . . . if I stay away two nights in a row, Suko will probably freak. She wonât buy the staying-at-a-girlfriendâs-house excuse two nights in a row. And if she panics too much, she might even call my dad.â
The more she lied and exaggerated, the more a mucky, greasy sensation spread over her. She was grotesque, awful. She should jump in the bathtub again and soak away the layer of crap sheâd just dumped on herself. Wash away her sins.
Skyler didnât deserve this, but there was no way she could tell him about D. without unraveling the whole insane snarl that was her life.
âYouâre right,â he said with a resigned nod. âIâve kept you long enough.â
He seemed so disappointed, Gaia was tempted to call the whole thing off and stay over again. And if it wasnât for the memory of D.âs innocent face haunting her every thought, she would have.
Iâll make it up to you, Skyler, she thought as she slipped on her jacket. Somehow.
GAIA
I have a term for this state Iâm in: fearsickness.
That has to be it. Iâve never been carsick or airsick or hardly even sick sick, but lately I just feel . . . fearsick. Like Iâve been poured over ice, splashed with a jigger of fear, and shaken until well blended. And my body and mind havenât stopped spinning yet.
Iâm even afraid of being afraid. My fear is so ever present that I canât remember what it was like to be fearless. I do recall that I was intensely unhappy. Thatâs what drove me to have the procedure done in the first place. But was it worse than this? I just donât know.
I guess I thought that by getting the fear gene, Iâd be gaining something. But instead it feels more like Iâve lost something.
What? you ask.
Well, my sense of direction, apparently. Ever since the firstwave of panic and terror hit my nervous system, Iâve felt lost. I still know my way around the city, but I find the whole crushing, ominous sprawl of traffic and buildings overwhelming. Even sitting in a room with people is disorienting. I find myself questioning every move I make or phrase I utter, wondering how it will make me look.
Also, I seem to have lost my voice. My inner voice. You know? That internal dialogue you have with yourself that goes something like, âPsychobabble, psychobabble, yadda, yadda, yaddaâ? In my case it was more like, âScrew the world. Who cares? Whatever. Yadda, yadda, yadda.â
Only that voice is quiet now. It must have choked on fear and died. All I hear in its place is an uninterrupted whimpering. I just donât know how to talk to myself and make myself buy it. Itâs a really lonely feeling.
So thatâs me. Aimless, hopeless, and horrifically spineless.Iâm just a quivery globule of fears. A booger beneath the bus seat of life.
And now Skyler says he needs me.
Weird.
He says we need each otherâthat we were meant to be together. And while I can definitely see how Iâve been benefiting from our arrangement, I canât see what he gets out of it. Maybe he really feels this is part of his destinyâthat he was somehow meant to find me.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that no one else in my life truly needs me. Not my AWOL dad. Not Ed anymore. Not Sam. Definitely not the FOHs. Jake only needs the drama and intrigue my life supplies. And Loki would say he needs me, but itâs only as part of some grand, malicious scheme.
Maybe no one has ever needed me. Iâve been liked, perhaps even loved
Andy Duncan and Ellen Klages