Window

I sniffled slightly, it was so quiet in the near empty room that I could hear the sound sort of echo. "Do you think about me still?" "Thinking About You", my favorite song- except I didn't sing it. I said it wistfully. I hoped it would bounce of the wall and come back to me. I heard a footstep, and then the next lines followed, in a low sing-song voice. "Do ya, Do ya?" It scared the hell out of me,but I didn't move. I sat in silence looking towards the doorway,
"When you sing to the walls it sounds like they're saying they love you too." The voice again, solemnly, sadly. It reminded me of myself.

"I'm over here, silly." she giggled- it was a girl's voice. My heart was still on a hundred and ten. "Who..?"
"Jocelyn, it's me. Adrianna."
Oh. Adrianna...I used to talk to her a lot freshman year. But Sophomore year, this year, we hadn't had any classes together and never saw each other in the hallways so our relationship had deteriorated.

Then it got quiet again, silent. Like every molecule and every element in the room had just suddenly stopped dead. It had become uncomfortable, unnatural. I realized she had been here the whole time, longer than me.

"So what are you doing here, Jocelyn....?"

Even more uncomfortable. I didn't know if I could trust her. I mean, I had nothing against her but...
She asked again. I cleared my throat. My hands started shaking, they always shake. They always betray me.

"I um, Uh......"