I hug my books to myself as I walk wide eyed back into school. My makeup and hair is a mess and I am tired out of my mind. I feel someone touch my shoulder, and I jump. In that jump, I drop all of my books.

“Gracie, calm down it is just Spencer.” He tells me in a clam voice and kisses my cheek. He then helps me pick up my books. I don’t say anything, silence incases me again.

“What is wrong?” He asks, in great concern, “You’re not talking again. Did Robert do something?”

I don’t answer. That night is probably one of just more to come. I can’t tell whether I am going insane or it is just Robert playing tricks on me. All night I heard things and I thought I saw things.