Three T's

02

August 15th,

My mom made me stay home from school today. She thinks I'm sick in some way, but I feel as if I'm not. As if something's happening to me. When I heard Stuart saying that stuff about me, I noticed something: It's totally the kind of things he would say about someone. I don't think I'm going crazy. It just... doesn't feel that way. Plus, I haven't heard any voices since yesterday, so maybe it was... under my command or something. Maybe I'm a psychic, I could tell what everyone was going to say after I left. "Aw man, I didn't know Vyers was schizo!" I still feel embarrassed after what happened yesterday. I wish I couldn't have freaked out like that. Just then, my phone vibrates while resting upon my knee. It's Gary texting me. Dude what was that? U totally freaked out in the hallway. I try to reply as fast as I can. I want to get this out. I hav no idea but it mite be something weird. His text is almost instantaneous. Whats with that spelling? Did u not go to 4th grade? Anyways, come 2 my house after school we should talk. I could tell that by "talk", he really probably really meant he was going to ask me a large amount of questions on the details of that... incident. I head downstairs to get something to eat, and the day carries on.

After what feels like a few minutes, I get dressed and I head over to Gary's apartment. While I walk down the street I feel like I'm hearing a faint voice. I look over to my left and a woman walks past me. I decide not to say anything, for it might be the same thing as yesterday. But as she walks farther past me, the seems to disappear. What is it?

Gary's apartment slowly comes into view. What a walk. Usually, I would have just borrowed my dad's old car, but it just didn't feel right.

I knock on the door. "Hey Gary, it's Jordan." A moment passes, and Gary unlocks the door and pulls it open. "Hey Jordan, you can sit down where ever you like." I raise an eyebrow, and he laughs. "I'm only kidding man, it's not therapy. Oh, and you can't sit on the leather one, it's mine." That's the way Gary's always been. He makes a predictable joke and says something like he just did. Although I can't help but notice that something is different. I look at him, study his eyes. Then I hear his voice in my head. "Man, this is kind of weird. Good thing it's the last time. Then I guess I can just slowly drift away, stop hanging out. I don't wanna seem weird as well." I look him in the eye. He's planning on saving his popularity by ditching me. Of course, he hasn't always been much of a true friend to me. He once took advantage of me after we were at a party and he was my ride, he instead drove away with some girl. And then I come to my senses. Did I just read his mind? I get dead serious. "Gary. Be serious. Are you actually gonna stay away from me just because of yesterday? That's messed up man! Drift away!" He has fear in his eyes, and he backs away. "Dude, how did you know that?" There's even fear in his voice. I decide to lie. "What do you mean, It's kind of predictable." Then he points at me. "No, you knew exactly what I thought, and when I did think that, I even felt some weird feeling in the back of my head.  What's going on?" I take a step towards him. "Dude, it's--" He yells. "No! Get away from me you-you freak!" His words sting and echo in my brain. I take a step back, and run out the door.