Three

Chapter Three:
When I got home, Paul and me sat down. That's when everything started.
"What happened?" Paul asked.
"Nothing happened." I said. Exhausted.
"I know something happened, okay? You just lied in that hosptial"
"Leave me alone, okay?"
"Don't avoid this."
"I will if I want to"
I walk off as if nothing happened. We ended up going out to dinner. We didn't
talk though. He just drived us to the closest fast food place. It wasn't any good
anyways. It tasted like burned grease. Everytime he would say something I
would nod or just say nothing. I didn't feel like talking. It didn't matter if I did. If
 I had kept my mouth shut I wouldn't be where I am now. When we got home,
there she was again. It was all her fault me and Paul just got in a fight. I knew she
couldn't talk. So why even bother asking her why she would do that. I thought that Paul could
see her so I screamed. He looked at me with concern. He just kept walking though.
She was right in front of us. I was shaking so hard that you could think I was some
bug on it back getting ready to be squished. Paul looked at me again. This time
with another expression. He thought I was crazy, just not like he thinks I am now.
All of this just a start.