Riding high on the little blue pills from earlier, the lighting felt like electric sparklers skipping down my oversensitive skin. I giggled to the sin...s and mirrors, for the moment having the bathroom entirely to myself. My reflection in the glass showed too-bright eyes, pupils dilated wide, rimmed in smudged, smoky eyeliner and mascara. I ran my hands up the bodice of my microdress, humming and grinning lasciviously at my reflection in appreciation of the wandering fingertips that tweaked my. "How do you know he is alive, Cindi? How do you know he didn't die? I... know he died." I couldn't say more without making her think I was crazy. She didn't remember the cycles; she didn't know I could see things before they happened. She didn't know I was never wrong. Cindi looked at me, biting her lower lip, seeming to decide if she should tell me something or not."Megan, I don't know if I can explain it or not. I don't know how I know. I just know. He was... should have died, but... he. Part of it was associating with the other, older, high school kids, but most of it was that we were beginning to grow up and change in our own perspectives.On the Saturday of Ed Nulty's party, I took special pains with my grooming and clothes. I knew that Eileen would be there, and I wanted to make a good impression on her. She was there, and we danced a few dances, but it wasn't like that first time at my party. She seemed withdrawn to me, definitely not interested in making further progress. He tossed me the wired remote and said, “Practice that defensive shield technique, even against their first few attacks. I know you can pick them off with single shots but...”“Okay,” I replied as I hit the new game button. “Less talk from the cheap seats, please and thank you. Oh, can you get us a couple of Cokes from the fridge?”“Based on your attitude,” Paul sneered back at me, “I’m not sure you deserve a Coke.”“Come on, dude,” I said as I laid down a series of protective bombs as Paul.