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I used to enjoy the weekend. Being away from school. Now I can't enjoy home or school. The teachers are hell, the school is hell, and this house is hell.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the music drown out my thoughts and my life, then I fall asleep.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and my eyes startle open. I whip the covers over my head and sit up, ready to fight someone, anyone.
My shoulders drop.
"How'd you get in here?" I breathe, my hand going to my chest to slow my breathing.
"Uh, your door was unlocked?" Hazel says, sitting on the edge of my bed. Piper walks around my room, and Blaire stares me down from the other side of my bed.
They all look so different. I haven't seen any of them out of their school uniforms. They dress a lot like me. Black. Blaire is wearing leggings and a black hoodie. Piper has on a pair of black ripped jeans, huge holes shredded in the thighs with a black leather jacket on. Hazel is wearing a dark skirt, with fishnets and an oversized t-shirt.
Shit, she's got to be freezing.
"You've been distant. What's been going on?" Hazel asks, a hint of hurt in her tone.
"And where is everyone? This place is massive. I figured I'd be walking in to, like, a butler and a chef and shit."
I tear the sheets off, then pull them back on once I feel how cold it is outside the covers. "All by myself."
"Seriously, what the fuck is going on?" Hazel asks.
I debate whether or not to tell them what's been going on, but then realize they're the ones that got me into this shit in the first place. "Have you guys experienced anything… since that night?"
Blaire furrows her eyebrows, looking over at Hazel and Piper before her eyes land back on me. "No. Have you?" Her lips pinch as she stares at me heavily. “What happened to your cheek? Did someone cut you?”
I shake my head absently as my hand goes to the healing cut. It was only surface, not nearly as bad as the scratches on my back that are still healing, but it still hurt.
“It was just a scratch. But yeah, I have, actually.”
"Like what?" Piper asks, concern etched on her forehead.
"Sounds, voices, shadows… everything. All the fucking time." I push my head into my hands, scrubbing my fingers down my face. "It won't stop." I lift my head, glaring at them. "You really haven't experienced anything?"
Blaire shakes her head. "Is this why you've been practically ignoring us?"
I sink lower into my bed. I haven't told them about Malik. Not about him throwing me in the cemetery or our kiss. Since then, he's been gone so much I almost wonder if I've been imagining the entire thing. Maybe our kiss never happened in the first place.
I've also been ignoring the girls. It hasn't been anything against them, but I can barely function with everything else that's been going on. I'm closing in on myself. My mind is building a wall that my heart has already had. I don't trust anyone in this place. Besides the girls, I guess. But even with them, there's this barrier that makes me feel like I'm losing my mind, and I just need to keep to myself.
Maybe I really am losing it.
"There's something else." I'm going to keep the kiss to myself, but I need to tell someone about the cemetery. I need to.
"What is it?" Blaire asks.
"After you dropped me off at home, Malik and his friends ambushed me. They threw me in the car and brought me to some creepy cemetery. Malik, he… he threw me in some crypt or something. A big stone block. He fucking left me there."
“What the fuck?” Hazel shrieks.
Piper’s eyes go wide.
Blaire’s face pales.
"Right?! I can't believe he left me in there. I couldn't get out! He left me in there, and I-I saw some things."
"What things?" Piper's eyes are wide, the rims of the whites turning red.
