"So I sleepwalk, like, a lot," Brandy says. "And after the amputation it was this big problem. Dad lined the floor around my bed with pillows every night, because I'd forget I had only one foot, and I'd try to get out of bed in my sleep."
"Sucks," Layla says, but Brandy shakes her head.
"I only fell a few times before my brain figured it out. So now I put my foot on in my sleep. Except once I put it backward and it got stuck, and we had to go to the ER. That was not awesome. "
(p.293)
"Okay, I want you to stop now," Amanda says, but I can't. Shanna has locked eyes with me and won't be moved. She's angry about messages left unread, unanswered, a cord kicked loose by my foot, no matter what everyone else tries to say. I see it in her eyes. Eyes just like mine.
(p.321-322)
I need people on the roads. I need people losing control. I need screeching metal and failed brakes. I need sirens and panicked, unanswered phone calls.
I need people to die.
And soon.
(p.347)
Arrhythmia : abnormal heart rhythm (So, like the sixth-grade band, but in my chest cavity)
(p.179)
I am Sasha Stone.
I will try to be good.
(p.374)
All imperfections glare in the spotlight.
All the stupid people I know are happy.