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Read more. Share at. More in this Series. Waterfall Lauren Kate. So she stared past them all, relaxed her gaze on the off- white wall, and left it there for the next nine days. She always told the nurses that her pain level was seven out of ten on their chart, ensuring shed get more morphine. You might be feeling like the world is a very unfair place, Landry tried.

That was unfair. She pictured Landrys broken- in taupe shoes rising magically from the car- pet, hovering in the air and spinning like minute and hour hands on a clock until time was up and Eureka could speed back to her meet. Cries for help like yours often result from feeling misunder stood. Cry for help was shrink- speak for suicide attempt. It wasnt a cry for help.

Before Diana died, Eureka thought the world was an incredibly exciting place. Her mother was an adventure. She noticed things on an average walk most people would pass by a thousand times. She laughed louder and more often than anyone Eureka ever knew and there were times that had embarrassed Eureka, but these days she found she missed her mothers laughter above everything else.

Together they had been to Egypt, Turkey, and India, on a boat tour through the Galpagos Islands, all as part of Di- anas archaeological work. Once, when Eureka went to visit her mother on a dig in northern Greece, they missed the last bus out of Trikala and thought they were stuck for the night until fourteen- year- old Eureka hailed an olive oil truck and they hitchhiked back to Athens. She remembered her moth- ers arm around her as they sat in the back of the truck among the pungent, leaky vats of olive oil, her low voice murmuring: You could find your way out of a foxhole in Siberia, girl.

It was Eurekas favorite compliment. She thought of it often when she was in a situation she needed to get out of. Im trying to connect with you, Eureka, Dr. Landry said. People closest to you are trying to connect with you. I asked your stepmother and your father to jot down some words to describe the change in you. She reached for a mar- bled notebook on the end table next to her chair.

Would you like to hear them? Eureka shrugged. Pin the tail on the donkey. Your stepmother Rhoda called you chilly.

She said the rest of the family engages in eggshell walking around you, that youre reclu- sive and impatient with your half siblings. Eureka flinched. I am not. Reclusive who cared? But impatient with the twins? Was that true? Or was it an- other one of Rhodas tricks?

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What about Dad? Let me guess distant, morose? Landry turned a notebook page. Your father describes you as, yes, distant, stoic, a tough nut to crack. Being stoic isnt a bad thing. Since shed learned about Greek Stoicism, Eureka had aspired to keep her emotions in check. She liked the idea of freedom gained through taking control of her feelings, holding them so that only she could see them, like a hand of cards.

Landrys, Dads calling her stoic might have been a compliment. He was stoic, too. But that tough- nut phrase bothered her. What kind of suicidal nut wants to be cracked? Landry lowered the book. Are you having further thoughts of suicide? I was referring to the nuts, Eureka said, exasperated. I was putting myself in opposition to a nut who.

Never mind. But it was too late. Shed let the s- word slip, which was like saying bomb on a plane. Warning lights would be flashing inside Landry. Of course Eureka still thought about suicide. And yeah, shed pondered other methods, knowing mostly that she couldnt try drowning not after Diana. Shed once seen a show about how the lungs fill with blood before drowning victims die. Sometimes she talked about suicide with her friend Brooks, who was the only person she could trust not to judge her, not to report back to Dad or worse.

Hed sat on muted conference call when shed called this hotline a few times. He made her promise she would talk to him whenever she thought about it, so they talked a lot.

But she was still here, wasnt she? The urge to leave this world wasnt as crippling as it had been when Eureka swal- lowed those pills. Lethargy and apathy had replaced her drive to die. Did Dad happen to mention Ive always been that way? Now Eureka looked away. Maybe not always. Of course not always. Things had been sunny for a while.

But when she was ten, her parents split up. You didnt just find the sun after that. Any chance you could dash out a Xanax prescription? Eurekas left eardrum was ringing again. Otherwise this seems to be a waste of time. You dont need drugs. You need to open up, not bury this tragedy. Your stepmother says you wont talk to her or your father.

Youve shown no interest in conversing with me. What about your friends at school? Cat, Eureka said automatically. And Brooks. She talked to them. If either of them had been sitting in Landrys seat, Eureka might even have been laughing right now. Landry meant: Finally. How would they describe you since the accident?

Cats captain of the cross- country team, Eureka said, thinking of the wildly mixed emotions on her friends face when Eureka said she was quitting, leaving the captain posi- tion open.

Shed say Ive gotten slow. Cat would be on the field with the team right now. She was great at running them through their drills, but she wasnt bril- liant at pep talks and the team needed pep to face Manor. Eureka glanced at her watch. If she dashed back as soon as this was over, she might make it to school in time. That was what she wanted, right? That would be a pretty harsh thing to say to a girl whos grieving the loss of a mother, dont you think? If Landry had a sense of humor, if she knew Cat, she would get it.

Her friend was joking, most of the time. It was fine. Theyd known each other forever. What about. Brooks, Eureka said. Shed known him forever, too. He was a better listener than any of the shrinks Rhoda and Dad wasted their money on. Is Brooks a he?

The notebook returned and Landry scribbled something. Are the two of you just friends? Why does that matter? Eureka snapped. Once upon an accident she and Brooks had dated fifth grade. But they were kids. And she was a wreck about her parents splitting up and Divorce often provokes behavior in children that makes it difficult for them to pursue their own romantic relation- ships.

We were ten. It didnt work out because I wanted to go swimming when he wanted to ride bikes. How did we even start talking about this? You tell me. Perhaps you can talk to Brooks about your loss. He seems to be someone you could care deeply about, if you would give yourself permission to feel. Eureka rolled her eyes.

Put your shoes back on, Doc. Ive gotta run. Run from this session. Run back to school. Run through the woods until she was so tired she didnt ache. Maybe even run back to the team she used to love. Coach had been right about one thing: when Eureka was low, running helped. Ill see you next Tuesday? Landry called. But by then the therapist was talking to a closing door. Yellow warblers harmonized in a beech tree overhead; Eureka knew their song by heart. The day was warm and windy, but parking under the trees long arms had kept Magdas interior cool.

Magda was a red Jeep Cherokee, a hand- me- down from Rhoda. It was too new and too red to suit Eureka.

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With the windows rolled up, you couldnt hear anything outside, and this made Eureka imagine she was driving a tomb. Cat had insisted they name the car Magda, so at least the Jeep would be good for a laugh.

It wasnt nearly as cool as Dads powder- blue Lincoln Continental, in which Eureka had learned to drive, but at least it had a killer stereo. They played the best songs by the best local and indie bands every weekday after school.

Theyd held the slot for her this year, but she hadnt wanted it anymore. The girl whod spun old zydeco jams and recent mash- ups was someone she could barely remember, let alone try to be again. Rolling down all four windows and the sunroof, Eureka peeled out of the lot to the tune of Its Not Fair by the Faith Healers, a band formed by some kids from school. She had all the lyrics memorized. The loopy bass line propelled her legs faster through her sprints and had been the reason she dug up her grandfathers old guitar.

Shed taught herself a few chords but hadnt touched the guitar since the spring. She couldnt imagine the music shed make now that Diana was dead. The guitar sat gathering dust in the corner of her bedroom under the small painting of Saint Catherine of Siena, which Eureka had lifted from her grandmother Sugars house after she died.

No one knew where Sugar got the icon. For as long as Eureka could remember, the painting of the patron saint of protec- tion from fire had hung over her grandmothers mantel. Her fingers rapped on the steering wheel. Landry didnt know what she was talking about. Eureka felt things, things like. Debilitating sadness when she lay sleepless in bed.

A heaviness in her bones whose source she had to trace anew each morning when her phones alarm sounded. Shame that shed survived and Diana hadnt. Fury that something so absurd had taken her mother away.

Futility at seeking vengeance on a wave. Inevitably, when she allowed herself to follow her sad minds wanderings, Eureka ended up at futility. Futility an- noyed her. So she veered away, focused on things she could control like getting back to campus and the decision await- ing her. Even Cat didnt know Eureka might show up today.

The 12K used to be Eurekas best event. Her teammates moaned about it, but to Eureka, sinking into the hypnotic zone of a long run was rejuvenating. A sliver of Eureka wanted to race the Manor kids, and a sliver was more of her than had wanted to do anything other than sleep for months. She would never give Landry the satisfaction, but Eureka did feel utterly misunderstood.

People didnt know what to do with a dead mother, much less her living, suicidal daugh- ter. Their robotic back pats and shoulder squeezes made Eu- reka squirrelly. She couldnt fathom the insensitivity required to say to someone, God must have missed your mother in Heaven or This might make you a better person. At first, when Eureka ran into them in town bare-wristed, shed avoided their eyes. But after shed tried to kill herself, that wasnt a problem anymore.

The girls looked away first. Pity had its limits. Even Cat had only recently stopped tearing up when she saw Eureka. Shed blow her nose and laugh and say, I dont even like my mom, and Id lose it if I lost her. Eureka had lost it. But because she didnt fall apart and cry, didnt lunge into the arms of anyone who tried to hug her or cover herself with handmade bracelets, did people think she wasnt grieving? She grieved every day, all the time, with every atom of her body. You could find your way out of a foxhole in Siberia, girl.

Dianas voice found her as she passed Heberts whitewashed Bait Shack and turned left onto the gravel road lined by tall stalks of sugarcane. The land on either side of this three- mile stretch of road between New Iberia and Lafayette was some of the prettiest in three parishes: huge live oak trees carving out blue sky, high fields dotted with wild periwinkles in the spring, a lone flat- roofed trailer on stilts about a quarter of a mile back from the road.

Diana used to love this part of the drive to Lafayette. She called it the last gasp of country be- fore civilization. Eureka hadnt been on this road since before Diana died. Every day some new pain found her, stabbed her, as if grief were the foxhole she would see no way out of until she died. She almost stopped the car to get out and run. When she was running, she didnt think. Her mind cleared, oak trees arms embraced her with their fuzzy Spanish moss, and she was just feet pounding, legs burning, heart beating, arms pumping, blending into trails until she became something far away.

She thought of the meet. Maybe she could channel des- peration into something useful. If she could just make it back to school in time. The week before, the last of the heavy casts shed had to wear on her shattered wrists the right one had been broken so severely it had to be reset three times had finally been sawed off. Shed hated wearing the thing and couldnt wait to see it shredded.

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But last week, when the orthopedist tossed the cast in the trash and pronounced her healed, it sounded like a joke. As Eureka pulled up to a four- way stop sign on the empty road, bay branches bent in an arc over the sunroof. She pushed the green sleeve of her school cardigan up. She turned her right wrist over a few times, studying her forearm. The skin was as pale as the petal of a magnolia.

It looked freakish. It made Eureka ashamed. Then she became ashamed of her shame. She was alive; her mother wasnt Tires screeched behind her. A hard bump split her lips open in a yelp of shock as Magda lurched forward. Eurekas foot ground against the brake.

The airbag bloomed like a jelly- fish. The force of the rough fabric stung her cheeks and nose. Her head snapped against the headrest.

She gasped, the wind knocked out of her, as every muscle in her body clenched. The din of crunching metal made the music on the stereo sound eerily new. Eureka listened to it for a moment, hearing the lyric always not fair before she realized shed been hit. This place looked like a maximum-security prison. And what about, what did you saythe reds? Luce asked the attendant, ready to be released from the tour.

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Reds, the attendant said, pointing toward a small wired device hanging from the ceiling: Luce hadnt seen it before, but as soon as the attendant pointed the first one out, she realized they were everywhere. Very good, the attendant said, voice dripping condescension.

We make them obvious in order to remind you. All the time, everywhere, were watching you. So dont screw upthat is, if you can help yourself.

Every time someone talked to Luce like she was a total psychopath, she came that much closer to believing it was true. All summer, the memories had haunted her, in her dreams and in the rare moments her parents left her alone. Something had happened in that cabin, and everyone including Luce was dying to know exactly what. The police, the judge, the social worker had all tried to pry the truth out of her, but she was as clueless about it.

She and Trevor had been joking around the whole evening, chasing each other down to the row of cabins on the lake, away from the rest of the party.

Shed tried to explain that it had been one of the best nights of her life, until it turned into the worst. Shed spent so much time replaying that night in her head, hearing Trevors laugh, feeling his hands close around her waist, and trying to reconcile her gut instinct that she really was innocent.

Luce felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Look, the attendant said. If it makes you feel any better, youre far from the worst case here. It was the first humane gesture the attendant had made toward Luce, and she believed that it was intended to make her feel better. Shed been sent here because of the suspicious death of the guy shed been crazy about, and still she was far from the worst case here?

Okay, orientations over, the attendant said. Youre on your own now. Heres a map if you need to find anything else. She gave Luce a photocopy of a crude handdrawn map, then glanced at her watch. Youve got an. And dont forget, she said, pointing up at the cameras one last time.

The reds are watching you. Before Luce could reply, a skinny, dark-haired girl appeared in front of her, wagging her long fingers in Luces face. Ooooooh, the girl taunted in a ghost-story-telling voice, dancing around Luce in a circle. The reds are watching youuuu. Get out of here, Arriane, before I have you lobotomized, the attendant said, though it was clear from her first brief but genuine smile that she had some coarse affection for the crazy girl.

It was also clear that Arriane did not reciprocate the love. She mimed a jerking-off motion at the attendant, then stared at Luce, daring her to be offended. And just for that, the attendant said, jotting a furious note in her book, youve earned yourself the task of showing Little Miss Sunshine around today. She pointed at Luce, who looked anything but sunny in her black jeans, black boots, and black top.

Some freedom. The too-big mock turtleneck Luces mom had forced. Her thick black hair, which used to hang down to her waist, had been almost completely shorn off. The cabin fire had left her scalp singed and her hairline patchy, so after the long, silent ride home from Dover, Mom had planted Luce in the bathtub, brought out Dads electric razor, and wordlessly shaved her head.

Over the summer, her hair had grown out a little, just enough so that her once-enviable waves now hovered in awkward twists just below her ears. Arriane sized her up, tapping one finger against her pale lips.

Perfect, she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through Luces. I was just thinking I could really use a new slave. The door to the lobby swung open and in walked the tall kid with green eyes. He shook his head and said to Luce, This place isnt afraid to do a strip search.

So if youre packing any other hazardshe raised an eyebrow and dumped a handful of unrecognizables in the box save yourself the trouble. Behind Luce, Arriane laughed under her breath. The boys head shot up, and when his eyes registered Arriane, he opened his mouth, then closed it, like he was unsure how to proceed. Arriane, he said evenly.

Cam, she returned. You know him? Luce whispered, wondering. Dont remind me, Arriane said, dragging Luce out the door into the gray and swampy morning. The back of the main building let out onto a chipped sidewalk bordering a messy field. The grass was so overgrown, it looked more like a vacant lot than a school commons, but a faded scoreboard and a small stack of wooden bleachers argued otherwise.

Beyond the commons lay four severe-looking buildings: This was it. Her whole world was reduced to the sorry sight before her eyes. Arriane immediately veered right off the path and led Luce to the field, sitting her down on top of one of the waterlogged wooden bleachers.

The corresponding setup at Dover had screamed Ivy League jock-in-training, so Luce had always avoided hanging out there. But this empty field, with its rusted, warped goals, told a very different story.

One that wasnt as easy for Luce to figure out.

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Three turkey vultures swooped overhead, and a dismal wind whipped through the bare branches of the oak trees. Luce ducked her chin down into her mock turtleneck. Soooo, Arriane said. Now youve met Randy. I thought his name was Cam. Were not talking about him, Arriane said quickly. I mean she-man in there.

Arriane jerked her head toward the office where theyd left the attendant in front of the TV. Whaddya thinkdude or chick? Uh, chick? Luce said tentatively. Is this a test? Arriane cracked a smile. The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwide debate.

Dont worry, youll get into it. Luce thought Arriane was making a jokein which case, cool. But this was all such a huge change from Dover. At her old school, the green-tie-wearing, pomaded future senators had practically oozed through the halls in the genteel hush that money seemed to lay over everything. More often than not, the other Dover kids gave Luce a dont-smudge-the-white-walls-with-your-fingerprints sideways glance.

She tried to imagine Arriane there: Luce tried to imagine what Callie might think of Arriane. Thered been no one like her at Dover. Okay, spill it, Arriane ordered. Plopping down on the top bleacher and motioning for Luce to join her, she said, Whatd ya do to get in here? Arrianes tone was playful, but suddenly Luce had to. It was ridiculous, but shed half expected to get through her first day of school without the past creeping up and robbing her of her thin faade of calm.

Of course people here were going to want to know. She could feel the blood thrumming at her temples. It happened whenever she tried to think backreally think backto that night.

Shed never stop feeling guilty about what had happened to Trevor, but she also tried really hard not to get mired down in the shadows, which by now were the only things she could remember about the accident. Those dark, indefinable things that she could never tell anyone about. Scratch thatshed started to tell Trevor about the peculiar presence shed felt that night, about the twisting shapes hanging over their heads, threatening to mar their perfect evening.

Of course, by then it was already too late. Trevor was gone, his body burned beyond recognition, and Luce was. No one knew about the murky shapes she sometimes saw in the darkness.

Theyd always come to her. Theyd come and gone for so long that Luce couldnt even remember the first time shed seen them. But she could remember the first time she realized that the shadows didnt come for everyoneor actually, anyone but her. When she was seven, her family had been on vacation in Hilton Head and her parents had taken her on a boat trip. It was just about sunset when the shadows started rolling in over. Why arent you afraid of the monsters?

There were no monsters, her parents assured her, but Luces repeated insistence on the presence of something wobbly and dark had gotten her several appointments with the family eye doctor, and then glasses, and then appointments with the ear doctor after she made the mistake of describing the hoarse whooshing noise that the shadows sometimes madeand then therapy, and then more therapy, and finally the prescription for antipsychotic medication.

But nothing ever made them go away. By the time she was fourteen, Luce refused to take her meds. That was when they found Dr. Sanford, and the Dover School nearby. They flew to New Hampshire, and her father drove their rental car up a long, curved driveway to a hilltop mansion called Shady Hollows. They planted Luce in front of a man in a lab coat and asked her if she still saw her visions. Her parents palms were sweating as they gripped her hands, brows furrowed with the fear that there was something terribly wrong with their daughter.

No one came out and said that if she didnt tell Dr. Sanford what they all wanted her to say, she might be seeing a whole lot more of Shady Hollows. When she lied. Sanford twice a month. Luce had been permitted to stop taking the horrible pills as soon as she started pretending she didnt see the shadows anymore. But she still had no control over when they might appear. All she knew was that the mental catalog of places where theyd come for her in the past dense forests, murky watersbecame the places she avoided at all costs.

All she knew was that when the shadows came, they were usually accompanied by a cold chill under her skin, a sickening feeling unlike anything else. Luce straddled one of the bleachers and gripped her temples between her thumbs and middle fingers. If she was going to make it through today, she had to push her past to the recesses of her mind. She couldnt stand probing the memory of that night by herself, so there was no way she could air all the gruesome details to some weird, maniacal stranger.

Instead of answering, she watched Arriane, who was lying back on the bleachers, sporting a pair of enormous black sunglasses that covered the better part of her face.

It was hard to tell, but she must have been staring at Luce, too, because after a second, she shot up from the bleachers and grinned. Cut my hair like yours, she said. Luce gasped. Your hair is beautiful. It was true: Arriane had the long, thick locks that. Luce so desperately missed. Her loose black curls sparkled in the sunlight, giving off just a tinge of red. Luce tucked her hair behind her ears, even though it still wasnt long enough to do anything but flop back down in front of them.

Beautiful schmootiful, Arriane said. Yours is sexy, edgy. And I want it. Oh, um, okay, Luce said. Was that a compliment?

She didnt know if she was supposed to be flattered or unnerved by the way Arriane assumed she could have whatever she wanted, even if what she wanted belonged to someone else.

Where are we going to get Ta-da! Arriane reached into her bag and pulled out the pink Swiss Army knife Gabbe had tossed into the Hazard Box. I always bring my sticky fingers on new-student drop-off days. You spent the whole summer.

Luce winced. Spoken like a true newbie. Youre probably expecting a spring break. She tossed Luce the Swiss Army knife. We dont get to leave this hellhole. Now cut.

What about the reds? Luce asked, glancing around with the knife in her hand. There were bound to be cameras somewhere out here. Arriane shook her head. I refuse to associate with pansies. Can you handle it or not? Luce nodded. And dont tell me youve never cut hair before. Arriane grabbed the Swiss Army knife back from Luce, pulled out the scissor tool, and handed it back.

Not another word until you tell me how fantastic I look. In the salon of her parents bathtub, Luces mother had tugged the remains of her long hair into a messy ponytail before lopping the whole thing off. Luce was sure there had to be a more strategic method of cutting hair, but as a lifelong haircut avoider, the chopped-off pony was about all she knew.

She gathered Arrianes hair in her hands, wrapped an elastic band from her wrist around it, held the small scissors firmly, and began to hack. The ponytail fell to her feet and Arriane gasped and whipped around.

She picked it up and held it to the sun. Luces heart constricted at the sight. She still agonized over her own lost hair, and all the other losses it symbolized. But Arriane just let a thin smile spread across her lips. She ran her fingers through the ponytail once, then dropped it into her bag. Awesome, she said. Keep going. Arriane, Luce whispered before she could stop herself.

Your neck. Its all Scarred? Arriane finished. You can say it.

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The skin on Arrianes neck, from the back of her left ear all the way down to her collarbone, was jagged and. Luces mind went to Trevorto those awful pictures. Even her own parents wouldnt look at her after they saw them. She was having a hard time looking at Arriane now. Arriane grabbed Luces hand and pressed it to the skin.

It was hot and cold at the same time. It was smooth and rough. Im not afraid of it, Arriane said. Are you? No, Luce said, though she wished Arriane would take her hand away so Luce could take hers away, too. Her stomach churned as she wondered whether this was how Trevors skin would have felt.

Are you afraid of who you really are, Luce? No, Luce said again quickly. It must be so obvious that she was lying. She closed her eyes. At the schools gates that morning, when her father had whispered the Price family motto in her ear Prices never crashit had felt possible, but already Luce felt so run down and exposed. She tugged her hand away.But by then the therapist was talking to a closing door. Really, it could only be one thing.

But what could Lucinda have done to end up at a place like Sword and Cross? But on their hunt, they kept just missing her. He stole your hat. After his long lunch shift was over, but before he got to leave the restaurant, he had to prep about three million pounds of boiled seafood, so his hands were probably coated with shrimp antennae. It was bad enough that she couldnt have her car! She sensed sad- ness in their depths, like shadows in the sea.

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