The walls are thin.
My parents are talking.
Talking about me.
I tiptoe back to my bed.
Dad says, "The three girls and Nick
have been checking n with her, right?"
"Yes. But she still just sits at home most of the time."
"She needs to talk to someone."
"How do we get her to see she does?" Mom asks.
"She doesn't have to see it.
She just has to do it.
We have to make her do it."
Oh. My. God.
My parents.
My friends.
They all
must think
I'm mental.
And Nick,
was he hitting on me
only because
he felt sorry for me?
I turn over
and cry into my pillow.
Jackson,
why aren't you here?
I need you!
If I sleep,
will you visit me?
Can you find me?
Please.
Find me.
YOU ARE READING
I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
