Chapter 4

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I walk back home lazily. She's so beautiful. I imagine myself and her living a happy life together. I continue to daydream and don't realize my phone ringing. I wake up and grab it quickly. It slips a little and almost falls.

I continue to walk. "Hello?" A familiar voice asks. My body stops cold. It's my mother. My crazy mother. My psycho mother. The one who killed my dad.

My hand is shaking crazily and I slowly bring the phone to my ear. "Hello mom," I say coldly. My mom answers back quickly. "Darren I need you to listen. I need you to listen completely. I only have a minute to tell you this but be careful out there in the real world okay? I need you to be safe. I'm not here to protect you anymore. Okay Darren? Okay? Darren? Darren? Darr-" but the phone call ends. I furiously put my phone in my pocket.
Ummm...protect me!!!?? Literally last week she tried to kill me with wine bottles!!

I sigh and open the front door. It's quiet. Very quiet. I continue to walk in the house slowly. The floor creaks and I jump. A piece of paper flies down to the ground. I approach it and grab it. It's from my aunt. I quickly scan over it. I see words like "help", "sister", "mother", and "love".

I tuck the piece of paper in my pocket. That was already self explanatory. I walk to my room and see the box Zach gave me while I was at the hospital. I open the lid. Another picture appears. It's just me and my mom. I stare at it. My mother was wrapping her arms around my neck and was smiling. Her smile is full of happiness. I throw the picture back in the box and close it tight. I plop onto my bed and lay there. I look at my pillow. In the corner of my eye I see a person. It's the girl.

I sit up and there's no one there. I walk to the window and look left to right. No one to be seen. I slap my head lightly. Am I hallucinating? Or am I imagining? I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. I lay back down on my bed. I wonder where she went. I tug my blanket over me. I stare at my ceiling. I close my eyes. Her smile flashes back in my vision. My eyes opens wide. The girl.

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