Cherry jumps out the window. I stay sitting on the ground, breathing heavily. Jack walks up to me. "Don't worry, i'm gonna go kill her. For you." "Don't." I mutter weakly. "Even after what she did to you?" I repeat myself and he just shakes his head. Then he grabs my face and holds it up towards him. I look away with my eyes, still out of breath. He lightly touches the cut on my cheek and I wince. He quickly pulls his hand away when I do so. He makes me stand up and I continue to look in the other direction. "You like to get yourself into trouble, don't you?" He asks. I can hear both anger and a smile in his voice. I don't respond and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. "Are you alright?" he asks, worried. "Y...yeah. I guess so. I'm just kinda disoriented. And dizzy." He hugs me. "I can't stay away from you, Phoebe. No matter how hard I try." I hug him back. I feel my body get weak and lean most of my weight on him. As I close my eyes and partially lose consciousness, he whispers something to me. I can't make it out though.
Next I feel him pick me up and carry me back to my room. He puts me down on my bed. Then he lifts his mask halfway up and kisses my forehead. And then I fall asleep. I wake up awhile later, feeling awful. I make my way to the bathroom and when my eyes finally adjust to the light, I look in the mirror. My eyes widen. One spot on my cheek is stitched. I touch it, surprised that it's real. I remember last night better and think. He must have come back and done this. I walk into the living room. Ava's still not home. I'm glad about that. I sit on the couch and put my head in my hands. Why would she do this? I thought we were friends. I still hope she's not dead though. Please tell me Jack didn't kill her. My thoughts get interrupted by my phone vibrating. I pick it up and see a message from a strange number. 'I hope you know what happened to my sister. She's on the edge of consciousness, and has almost died. You'll pay for harming her. I don't care if she killed one of your friends. You better hope to God that she lives, or you know the old saying An eye for an eye.' I almost drop my phone. "What the heck?" I read the message over and over again.
Then I notice the clock on my phone. 7:52. I can still make it to class. I get changed and prepare to go back to my classes. As I walk through the halls, everyone stares at me and whispers when I pass. I look down, trying to hide the cut on my face. I walk to my first class and enter before anyone else. I go to sit in the back but my teacher stops me. "Sit in the front, Miss Adams." I sigh and take the center seat. I excel in all my classes so my teachers like me to sit in the front of class and to use my work as examples. During class my teacher asks me the most questions and I get a good number of them wrong. At the end of class, my teacher makes me stay. "Are you alright, Phoebe? You never get anything wrong. And you don't look the best. Maybe you should extend your break." "I'm fine." "What's this?" I cover my stitches with my hand. "It's nothing. I just...um...- I gotta get to my next class." I walk out of the room.
