7:06 p.m.

7:06 p.m. (part 11)

"So your friend...Stacey...you were extremely close to her I understand?"

I put my head in my hands. Why, why did my mother make me do this?

"Its okay, I know it's a little hard to talk about it. We are in a completely safe environment, nobody can hear you but me."

Well thats lovely...then nobody will hear my screams of frustration. I thought sarcastically. I pulled my head out of my hands and looked at her, annoyed. "You know I don't want to be here, correct? Stop asking me questions you already know, I'm sure my mother told you everything."

She looked at me sypathetically. "I know you don't want to be here, but plenty of people do counseling. Its a perfectly normal thing," she said.

I sighed. I knew it was perfectly normal. I had nothing against anyone who went to counseling, but I just didn't need this right now. "Listen Mrs..." I looked at the name on her desk. "Harlin. I know your trying to help, but this really is just making it worse."

She shook her head. "Jordyn." she said gently. "You don't have to tell me details, just lets try to make this work, okay?"

I sighed, nodding my head reluctantly.

"Well, your father's death, I understand that had a huge impact on you?" she asked gently.

I froze, not wanting to answer. "Y-yes...but I would prefer not to talk about that," I said quickly.

"I just have a few questions. Do you remember much about him and his death?"

"Yes," I said quietly. It was one of the most painful and terrifying times of my life, and it left a scar that would never go away. The car accident he died in...he was speeding slightly, trying to get home for the joint birthday party for Stacey and me. I would never shake the guilt from that, though I knew it really wasn't my fault. Another young teenager was speeding, far over the speed limit, and crashed.

They didn't tell Stacey and me about it until the next day, when our party was over. She said he had left early for his business trip. After that day, I lost myself.

The therapist continued to ask me questions, but I couldn't get myself out of that memory. One I had stored away for so many years.

Now it was time to store them away again.

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"So how did it go?" asked my mother, glancing at me from the drivers seat. I just glared at her.

She groaned. "I'm just trying to help! Mrs. Harlin is a very nice woman."

"Yeah mom, but really, I have no connection to the woman at all! I couldn't relate to her if my life depended on it!"

My mother shook her head in dismay. "Well maybe we will have to get a new counselor."

Suddenly, an idea struck me. "What about Ms. Cady? She majored in it in college!" I still didn't think I needed counseling, but if I had to, I would pick Ms. Cady.

"Your math teacher?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Okayyyy...we'll see."

I got out of the car as we pulled into the driveway, racing into the house and checking the clock. It was 6:40.

I pulled some leftover spaghetti from the fridge, sticking it in the microwave. While I was waiting for it to heat up, I turned on the tv.

"-the death of the Marone family. Their house was broken into sometime that night. The police got a call from her former best friend, who quickly left the scene."

I watched as a video tape of me and my mother getting into the car played on the tv screen. I was about to shut it off, but decided I had better see what they had found. A police man came across the tv.

"We have found no evidence of who the theif is, but we believe it was linked to the murder."

I scoffed. Well of course. The microwave beeped and I quickly shut off the tv. There was nothing to see there. I grabbed the spaghetti, watching the time as I ate.

At about seven, I put away my dish and went upstairs to get on the computer. Finally, it was 7:06.

StaceyC: So, I see you found the break in.

I took a sharp breath. So it was them.

Jordyn49: So it was you?

StaceyC: Who did you think it was? I wanted to reminisce in some old memories. Of my life before this. So how was the counseling?

My eyes widened. She was watching me. She knew where I was, what I was doing...how was I still suprised by all this? I looked at the phone, and then at the number I had on my desk. Maybe I should call...I reached for the keyboard, typing quickly.

Jordyn49: Don't you have anything better to do than to terrorize me?!

I turned off the laptop, slamming it shut. She couldnt hear me very well if it was shut, now could she? Even if she could start the computer.

Then, I reached for the phone.

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A/N: OHH so Jordyns calling! What do you think, is it the right thing? Do you think she will not go through with the call, change her mind?! What will Stacey do?! So sorry for the shortness, I will be updating soon, and it will be long. ;)

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