Chapter 90
"What?"
"Tell me." I watch her for a moment, trying to work her out. Shaking my head, I begin.
"I left here. I was going to stay here, in this area, but people started to notice me, so I had to leave. I ended up in London. I was on the street for seven years. It was…I don't know. I don't know how to describe it. Horrible, hellish, they don't even begin to describe it. I was lost, I was scared, but I couldn't, I wouldn't, come back."
"You wouldn't come back? Not even for them?"
"I was convinced it was my fault." I look to her. "Thanks for that, by the way. I thought I would put them in danger. So I stayed away. Some of the things I did, some of the things I had to do, I feel sick just thinking of them. Not all of it was bad, I'll admit to that. I met Howard, Naboo and Bollo. People came to know me. Not as the broken, troubled child. As The Sunshine Kid, the King Of Camden. An immortal, amazing character. People love me. But they don't know. They don't know anything about who I really am. I don't eat. When I do, I do my absolute best throw it up. I self-harm. I'm covered in cuts." I look at her. "But, of course, you don't care. You don't care that I've tried to kill myself no less than nineteen times. You don't care that I think about it every day. You don't care that this is, in part, at least, your fault. No, you don't care."