I go home later that day after school, eat dinner, listen to my sister cuss my mom out and my mom going to her room to cry. I remember telling Adam and Declan that tomorrow is my birthday, maybe they'll remember. Drew has been saying weird things lately but I've paid no attention to it, figuring it was stuff he'd made up. After I took a bath, I noticed a scratch on my door. I growl and put my stuff up before heading to Drew's room. He's sitting on his bed. I roll my eyes and head back to my room. There's another scratch. I run my finger along the deep cut in the door, feeling some of the paint peel off. I give a long sigh and go to bed. I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing what sounded like rats in the walls, scrambling around, little nails scratching at the walls. Probably just Drew fucking with me again, he's tried to scare me many times before... I get up because I hear the noises. I look over at my door and freeze.
My door is covered in scratches, each one being deeper than another... Drew wouldn't-... Couldn't do that...
