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331 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2015

I was the one he trusted. I was the one he loved, the only one who believed him, even when his own mother had locked him up and thrown away the key.
And now, I was going to walk down the white-tiled hallway, knock on his doctor's office door, slam his secret notebook on her desk, and make her read it, make her understand what he was hiding, make her see what only I had seen.
I was finally going to do it.
I was going to betray him.
"April, this wasn't just a disorganised paper. I'm worried because Jonah stopped making sense."
"Oh, April, he knew," she murmured. "He knew what was happening to him. And this was how he tried to tell you."
[...] I had pictured a clean break. A healthy mind and then confusion. But what if Jonah had seen this coming? Could it have started slowly? Could he have had moments of clarity when he knew that something was very wrong? It would have been like the minutes before a plane crash. You know exactly what's coming and yet you're powerless to stop it.
"No matter what?" he echoed. "You've said that to me before, do you remember? That's kind of been your motto, hasn't it, throughout our whole relationship?"

But someday, far off in the future, maybe we could put together a different ending. We'd both be a little older; he'd have learned to trust himself again, and I'd have learned to stand on my own without him. Then maybe we would run into each other one last time, somewhere when we least expected it, in a mall or at a park, some simple place like a corner bus stop. And maybe then Jonah and I would finally finish our first kiss.

"He had put up a picture of a dog, which meant that he probably looked like one.
"Miles, the hottest guy in school, took one look at her and panted himself in a nearby seat, as if staking out his territory."
"So basically he's kind of a sparkly mimbo?"
For those of you who don't know (yeah, I looked it up), mimbo = male bimbo. Yeah, not okay with that.
"The new boy seems pretty decent. For a guy."
"So what are you--some kind of fag?"




There was a ripple of shock when I explained that symptoms of schizophrenia usually begin in high school or college and that it affected nearly two million people in the United States.
"There are so many who suffer from this," I concluded, "but each one feels like they're completely alone. It's not like other illnesses. A person who's sick with cancer has the support of the community. Everyone bands together and tries to help. Friends organize runs for a cure and put together bake sales and blood drives Next-door neighbors bring tuna casseroles to the patient's family.
"There are no casseroles for schizophrenia," I said. "People are afraid, so they keep away. The families are embarrassed, so they hide. They pretend their son or daughter has gone abroad or is busy at school--anything to avoid telling the truth."
"There are no casseroles for schizophrenia," I said. "People are afraid, so they keep away. The families are embarrassed, so they hide. They pretend their son or daughter has gone abroad or is busy at school- anything to avoid telling the truth."
"You want me to abandon him now, when he needs me the most? Would you be giving me the same advice if he'd been diagnosed with cancer? Would you tell me to wave good-bye and get on with my life? 'Aw, sucks to be you, buddy. Good luck with that.' Is that really who you want me to be?"
"A person sick with cancer has the support of the community. Everyone bands together and tries to help. Friends organize runs for a cure and put together bake sales and blood drives. Next door neighbors bring tuna casserole to the family. There are no casseroles for Schizophrenia. People are afraid, so they keep away. The families are embarrassed, so they hide. They pretend that their son or daughter has gone abroad or is busy at school-anything to avoid telling the truth."

