"That boy with the girly name went missing. That one you saw last week."
"i know. news travels fast in schools..."
"Seems like you know a lot of things these days, huh? I swear, if you try to one-up me one more time..."
I read the newspaper that my mother had been reading. It said that Nyx had called his parents about a strange door in his house, and the call cut off just after he said he was going to go check it out. Sometimes I feel the same way, like I don't even know my own home. Sometimes it feels that nothing is real, nothing but myself and the ground below my feet. Everything else is secondary.
No comments:
Post a Comment