Michaela's journal II

i want to stay

12:45 a.m.

I was just drifting off to sleep when Eleanor called me.

"Little Pitcher?"

"Mhm?"

"If I die, I want to stay."

Suddenly my heart was beating way too fast for laying down.

"You're not gonna die," I said.

"But if I do."

Pause.

"Okay."

I glad they didn't make me swear on the Styx. The truth is, I don't know if I'd be able to keep a promise like that.