Truth about Anne

"I was not smart as a child! I swear that I was blessed with a brain at the age of ten. Before that, my survival was pure luck!" Damon sighs as I'm on the ground laughing.

"I still don't believe it! No one would think that if they don't look down, gravity won't work! And why didn't you test it from something lower, why directly a fucking cliff?"

"I thought it needed to be high for it to work!" He shouts, putting all his soul in trying to convince me.

"Damon!"

"My father forbade me from looking at cartoons after that! It was horrible because I was stuck in the hospital for a month. He would bring me books. Books!"

"Poor you! Was it then that you were blessed with a brain?"

"Not even. Some friends would sneak me comic books."

"You never talk about your friends from the pack..." I say and instantly regret it as he cheerful tone changed completely.

"We grew apart when I started to ask too many questions. They were comfortable with the way things were and didn't want to be dragged into a m