The Cutters

It’s been a long few days; a very long few days. Ever since we took those pills, Zane’s been having these really bad head aches. At first we just thought it was an unfortunate side effect of the pills, but it’s getting serious and we need to find him help. We need to get to the Smoke, where Maddie, David’s mom, can fix him.

It’s almost all figured out, our plan for escape. Fausto’s a great help, all the Crims are really, but especially Fausto. He’s another good friend that guy. I’m lucky to have so many. Now, Zane and I just need to get these totally bogus bands off our wrists.

But that’s not really why these days have been long. Sure it helps, and I’m being eaten alive with worry of Zane. But no, this is still about Shay. Zane and I saw her while we were in Uglyville. She had a group with her. They call themselves the Cutters, and for good reason, because that’s what they do. I have to hand it to Shay and her intelligence.

Bleeding is the only way, to really stay bubbly, and Shay’s figured that out. She didn’t get the pills, so somehow she had to find her own cure, and she’s done that. But at what cost? She can’t possibly be doing the right thing. I know that. I want her to come with us to the Smoke, but she’s not answering any of my pings. I hope we can get to her before we leave.

I don’t want to lose my best friend.