Tyler turned on his laptop, flexed his fingers, and set about writing the message he had
talked to Alec about.
From: Tyler.Durden@fandomhigh.edu
To: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
Subject: Checking in.
Marla -
Hi. It's me.
I'm fine. I'm at a private school near D.C. People here are
nice, weather is okay, all of that.
If you try to look for me, you could get hurt. Don't. And don't tell people I wrote to you.
Tyler was
trying something last week. It
didn't work. Spent a couple days in the clinic.
Got out yesterday.
I'm back on my meds.
Tyler gone. Again.
A moment later,
From: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
To: Tyler.Durden@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Re: Checking in.
ASSHOLE. You scared the crap out of me.
P.S. You don't want people to know where you are, don't use your school email account.
P.P.S. I'm fucking Angel Face.
And, of course,
From: Tyler.Durden@fandomhigh.edu
To: cinderella.suicide@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Re: Checking in.
Gee, thanks.
P.S. Angel Face has the clap.
He shut down the computer before the conversation could go any further.