I wasn't surprised to see Gray standing there due to our encounter at the coffee shop that morning. I walked, a little more slowly than before, and my hand met Gray to a handshake.
"Gray, this is Tia. Tia, Gray." I introduced, backing away. She looked at me with a quizzical look, as if trying to send me a message, but I already knew that she was wondering how I knew him.
"We met a couple days back." I explained, watchng as the questioning look wiped off her face. Without any further ado, Gray beckoned for us to follow him up the cold staircase. I dragged my hand against the metal railing, swallowinng the lump that had lodged itself in my throat from nerves. Tia followed slowly behind me, struggling a little with getting up the stairs. A cool gust of wind brushed my hair back as we reached the top of the stairs. The halls that lay before us looked abandoned. The worn pain was peeling off the walls, the wooden floors were dusty and unwelcoming. I took a deep breath of the musty air, and constinued following Gray. My converse tapped against the floorboards lightly, causing an irregular creak. Tia's crutches hit the floor forcefully, echoing down the empty halls.
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Insane
Teen FictionHow much does it take before someone goes insane. And furthermore, what is insanity really? Suka Rodda Takes one step further into these questions, and takes a trip to a mental asylum to assist in making the answer clear. Soon, Suka finds herself pl...
