7. Chapter 7
I looked up at the ceiling in my house.
Three more days. Three more days. Three more days.
It was Wednesday and I couldn't wait to get back. I was so worried about her. . .
I'm sure she's fine. . .
Are you really? Voices. . . Always the voices. . .
I sat up, and looked around my room. I saw the band posters, dirty laundry on the floor, a broken vape sticking out from under my bead (Better fix that. . .)and I saw the picture of me and Myra when we were kids. She was wearing black cargo shorts and a Green Day shirt in that picture. Always the bands with that one. I was wearing a tie dye shirt and khaki cargo shorts. I loved that picture. Good times. . . More coming. I hope she's okay. . .
Three more days. . .