Here's the thing about snakes. You don't step on them, they got no reason to bite.
When someone is drowning, you can try to save them, but not if they're gonna drag you down with them.
Everybody keeps coming up to me. And hugging me. Telling me that I must be so relieved that my brother's killer has finally been caught. That this nightmare is over. Then why doesn't it feel that way?
– How many times are you gonna let them hurt you?
– Until I learn my lesson, Mom.
Hope. A word so close to home, and as tricky. As much as we wanted Jason's killer caught, and the town, our home, to feel safe again. But with every day that passed, our hopes dimmed more and more. There's that old, cliched saying. "It's darkest before the dawn". But sometimes... there's just darkness.
I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?