Scares Me

“Pass me the salt.”

“Huh?”

I look up to see a glaring Gwen.

“Pass the salt.”

I look around in confusion, “There’s no salt here, Gwen. We are in your bedroom.”

She shrugs, “I know. It was the only way to get your attention. What is happening in that brain of yours anyway?”

I shake my head, hoping my thoughts will run away as I drag my fingers down my face.

“Nothing, I just have a lot of things to do.”

“What things to do?”

“Huh?” I look back at her, “Sorry that came out wrong. I mean that I need to rest. Yeah, that’s what I need.”

She stares at me like I have suddenly gotten two heads. Have I?

“I think the mark is affecting you mentally.”

“I think that it’s affecting me in every possible way.”

I fall back on the bed with a sigh and she towers over me