I woke uo early that morning.
My mom was still a little shaken up about last night's episode of my craziness.
I jumped out of bed, and ran down the hallway. I bumped right into Jensen, my brother.
"What the hell!" he yelled.
I looked up at him and smiled a shy smile. I laughed one of those laughs of uncomfortableness. I always feel weird when bad words are said. And Jensen knew this.
"What the hell...Jo?"
I smiled again and laughed that uncomfortable laugh, as I walked down the rest of the hallway. I kind of got disy after that moment. Maybe it was Izzy, but at the time I didn't think so. Jensen followed me, reaching out so I wouldn't fall or anything. I paced my breathing and then gave up. I curled in to a ball and threw myself against the wall. I began to cry, loud, loud sobs. I looked up and around me. And there right in the corner of the kitchen waw Izzy, screaming.
"I'm dead. I'm dead!"
Shock filled me. I screamed. I felt the pressure if everything come tumbling down all at once, Jensen yelled for our parents in shock. "Damn it," he whispered under his breath. I flinched at the word, still screaming.
"Stop screaming. I'm not evil.....Jo. You said you'd help me, so help!" Izzy screamed over my screaming.
I looked over her. I started talking to her. Jensen backed away slowy. My mom and dad came and stood over me, blocking my view of Izzy. "Joanna, Joanna honey. Are you okay?" my mom asked. I couldn't speak, Izzy was way to loud.
"Joanna...you said your name is Jo. Stop lying to me. Help me. I need your help. Please"
She disappeared. I took a deep breath, and looked at me mom. Then at Jensen. I ignored dad completely. I took another breath and asked, "Do any of you know a dead girl named Izzy?"
