"What are you thinking about Renee?" His voice holds curiosity as well as concern. "Why do you think I'm thinking about anything?" I ask quietly. "You're not as cryptic as you think. I know you're thinking about something," he turns on his side to face me; I continue to stare at the lazy clouds. "You always are. What are you thinking about, Rain?" "I'm feeling a bit nostalgic," I say carelessly. "That doesn't answer my question, Rain." "Not every question needs an answer, Cole." I whisper, shutting my one eye. This isn't a love story. This isn't a romanticized version of some depressed teenage girl's life, either. This is my story. This is the story of how my life ended and started two months before I turned 14. The story of how my mom died, my sister lost the ability to walk, and I became a one-eyed menace. I'm not your typical girl, and I don't have a typical life. I'm not even known by my own name.