She stared at me.

“Get this off me!” I yelled at her.

“I can’t do that,” she said, walking closer to. “You never know when people like you might just snap.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why were you on the bus?” She cast a sidelong glance, and I followed it to the girl, who was coming closer as well. “What did you do?”

“I.. I, well..” I stuttered, not sure of what to say; you can’t explain being insane very easily.

“You..? What? Murdered someone?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“I asked you the question first.” She stepped closer, less than a foot away now. “What’s that?” she muttered, looking behind my ear.

“What?” I asked as she pulled my hair out of the way and looked closer. “What are you doing?”

She backed away instantly. “You’re a..”

“What?! I’m a what?” I asked.

She stayed about three feet away from me, and sat down to face me. “You’ve heard the ‘voices’ too?”

“You… know?” I asked, baffled that someone else actually understood.

“Yeah.”