I’M GOING TO BE LATE FOR CLASS. BUT maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t get out of bed, even though I feel like shit, stinking of late-night sweats. First thing I think about is how I was talking to Becca before, I guess, I fell asleep. Thing about that is I don’t really feel like I slept at all. I yawn and feel pressure on my forehead—a headache coming on. I look at the laptop at my side, on standby, and press a key to wake it up. I check our chat history. After around one A.M., it’s all Becca, mostly saying things like: “Hunter?” “Hunter what happened?” “Hunter you’re scaring me.” I scroll up to the last thing I said: “Something’s in this room with me.” I stare at what I said. I... don’t know what to think. Other messages include more about what happened in the shower, how my phone disappeared and ended up with my dad. The whispers. And I ask her at one point, “Do you really love me?” Wow, that’s just embarrassing. Like, really? Anyway, I look at what we talked about and feel strange because I don’t remember any of it.
