Chapter 5

“There’s a journal in here you read.”

I nodded my head. “It’s a book of lyrics.”

“He watches you read it.”

“I didn’t know that. Sometimes I feel him over my shoulder. Not all the time, though.”

“He’s laughing again. He says he was sneaky.”

Again, I nodded my head.

“He doesn’t like how you’ve alienated yourself from the rest of the world. Your friends went camping and you didn’t even go with them this weekend. Jaye wants you to know that you need to get out of the apartment and do some things. He says you’re far too blue…or sad.”

I sighed heavily, drained and sobbing.

“He likes it when you cry.”

“He always did. I never understood why.”

“He says because you had a heart. You cared.”

“And I care now.”

“Yes, he knows that.”

A warm wind stirred within the room; the windows weren’t even open. The breeze twisted through my hair. My spine shivered and the tops of my ears started to burn. “He’s here. I can feel him.”