The best way to deal with all the confusion involving feelings?
Exercise.
Jericho watches in approval as I push myself past my limits, determined to grow stronger. New bruises appear and disappear each day as my supernatural healing kicks in. Lisa, on the other hand, is covered with them, in various stages of healing.
I'm determined to ignore everything about Lucas and Clayton for as long as I can. It's easier to just… not deal with it all.
Healthy? Probably not.
But hell, I'm just going to settle for making it through each day for now.
An odd, itchy feeling doesn't stop all day. Lisa smacks at my hands every time I begin scratching at my neck and shoulders. My belly looks as if it's been clawed by a raccoon, though the marks fade within half an hour each time.
"You have to stop that, Ave. You're driving yourself insane. The more you scratch, the more you'll itch. Just take some Benadryl."
