Fear
Drew's reaction to my little tirade about Vincent was level-headed; this wasn't something he had done very well since we reunited. I thought telling him all of that would send him off the edge; yet I still felt the need to tell him. And I did; I told him everything. About Vincent, about Madison—I spilled my guts and he took it all in stride.
But I wasn't as good.
The pit in my stomach grew; flashes of the weird 'vision' I had before. My psychiatrist tells me it's just paranoid delusion and it would never become real, but it had—or at least it seemed like it. That weird feeling I got before I ran into Gage. Did I just overhear him crying for help and fabricate that in my mind?
That was the only time it had actually come true.
Everything else was feelings—things I ignored for the longest time; after a while I started speaking up. Would I be standing her right now, if I hadn't listened to my gut?
