There are only a couple of months to go before I turn eighteen, and I can take custody of my baby brother. My mother is still pretending I don’t exist, which is a relief. Ronan is a little further along in the grieving process and not being such a giant sad sack anymore, which is also fantastic. We’ve got the blood witch on the run, and we’ve got plans to shrink the Hellmouth so nothing else can come out. I’ve even started making weapons for my Iron Man suit.
Therapy is going well, too. I’m starting to understand myself a little bit better. Especially with certain… realizations I’ve had lately.
Everything in my life is working out for the best. And I can’t imagine anything possibly going wrong…
Right?
