Back The Morbids
Chapters (49)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. AUGUST, ONCE
  4. 1 TUESDAY, APRIL
  5. 2 WEDNESDAY, APRIL
  6. 3 SATURDAY, APRIL
  7. 4 SUNDAY, APRIL
  8. 5 TUESDAY, APRIL
  9. 6 THURSDAY, APRIL
  10. 7 MONDAY, APRIL
  11. JULY, ONCE
  12. 8 TUESDAY, MAY
  13. 9 FRIDAY, MAY
  14. 10 SATURDAY, MAY
  15. 11 TUESDAY, MAY
  16. 12 THURSDAY, MAY
  17. 13 TUESDAY, MAY
  18. AUGUST, ONCE
  19. 14 MONDAY, JUNE
  20. 15 TUESDAY, JUNE
  21. 16 WEDNESDAY, JUNE
  22. 17 THURSDAY, JUNE
  23. 18 TUESDAY, JUNE
  24. 19 THURSDAY, JUNE
  25. AUGUST, ONCE
  26. 20 TUESDAY, JULY
  27. 21 WEDNESDAY, JULY
  28. 22 TUESDAY, JULY
  29. AUGUST, ONCE
  30. 23 THURSDAY, AUGUST
  31. AUGUST, ONCE
  32. 24 TUESDAY, AUGUST
  33. 25 WEDNESDAY, AUGUST
  34. 26 THURSDAY, AUGUST
  35. AUGUST, ONCE
  36. 27 AUGUST, NOW
  37. 28 WEDNESDAY, AUGUST
  38. 29 THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER
  39. 30 SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER
  40. 31 THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER
  41. 32 THURSDAY, OCTOBER
  42. 33 TUESDAY, OCTOBER
  43. MARCH, ONCE
  44. 34 WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER
  45. 35 MONDAY, NOVEMBER
  46. 36 WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER
  47. 37 THURSDAY, NOVEMBER
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

‘I moved there after the accident. It was only supposed to be temporary, because I was going to die, so it didn’t matter.’ I laughed softly. ‘I can show it to you if you want. But we’ll have to walk, because …’

I didn’t want to finish the sentence, and I knew I didn’t have to.

‘You’re right about Dex. It was a long time ago.’ I frowned. ‘It was stupid. I—’ I shook my head. ‘It wasn’t important. It felt important at the time.’ The time. The date. ‘I was having a hard time and I just wanted to feel—’

Something. Anything.

‘I didn’t come here at first, not for a few months. My doctor gave me a pamphlet and I thought it was ridiculous. I thought it would go away. It did, a little bit. Enough.’

Enough that I could get a job, enough that Lina left me alone, stopped looking at me like she pitied me, like I was pathetic. And the days ticked by. Christmas. New Year. February.

‘But then it got worse. So I started coming here. There are nurses and we talk about it and it—’ I closed my eyes, saw Frannie’s. ‘I thought it was helping, keeping me safe. I thought as long as I kept coming here, I was okay.’

Frannie. Geoff. Carlos. All of them. Just sitting there. Waiting.

‘I was careless. One time. I did one thing. One stupid, ridiculous, horrible, selfish thing, and someone died.’

‘What did you do?’

I didn’t answer. It didn’t matter. ‘I’d always been careful. I’d been so careful. My whole life. For years and years. I’d been so careful and then the one time I wasn’t …’

‘Cait.’

For a moment I’d almost forgotten Tom was there. His voice was soft and so, so sad. When I looked up his eyes were huge, defeat pushing down his shoulders. It hurt to look at him.

‘So now you know.’ I turned away.

Everything hurt. Everything had fallen over and broken as it hit the concrete. Shattered. Broken plates. Broken glass.

‘I was being careful. Coming here. It was helping.’ I shook my head. ‘I can’t believe you followed me.’

‘I’m sorry.’ He stepped forward.

‘I wanted to tell you. I’ve never told anyone.’ I gestured towards the door. ‘Not even in there.’