Another Note

The next few days grow repetitive.

I'll wake up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares, and I wonder if I ever woke Stone up again. I pinned a thick blanket over my window, hoping it'll muffle the sound.

After the first night, he doesn't come, banging on my door to scold me for it. So, I think it's a good thing.

Grandma made a habit of slipping lavender oils in my room, both of us hoping it'll soothe me enough to keep them away, but that hasn't been the case.

The day I'm dreading most is finally here; Friday. The day I have to see Mrs. Rivers, the school therapist.

After pulling the blanket down from the window, -grandma didn’t like it hanging there- I pause. Across from my window, the window in the house next door is open. In the few weeks I've been living with grandma, I've never seen it like that.

Curious, I peer closer. It's dark, the atmosphere inside seems almost wicked. The wal