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I banged the door close when I entered my house which made mom ask if something was wrong.
“I want to be alone.” I said.
“Did someone investigate you?” she asked.
“No one did because it’s got nothing to do with me. I won’t have dinner tonight.” I said and proceeded to climb upstairs.
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m not hungry!” I yelled. I had never done that before, raising my voice in front of my parents. Ethan’s death was affecting me adversely.
I sat on my bed and bit my lips. I was moving my head up and down and biting my nails. I was tensed. The more I wanted to forget about it, the more I was reminded of it.
I was regretting everything, being friends with Stace, trying to talk to Ethan, and texting him. I shouldn’t have done any of that.
I fell back on my bed and closed my eyes. I kept saying ‘forget about it' in my head to console myself when I heard a whisper.
I opened my eyes and looked at the door. It was locked from inside and there was no one in the room except me.
“I must be too tired.” I said to myself and went to my study table to study a bit before going to bed because tired or not, I still had to study.
13th November
“Good Morning mom.” I said as I sat down for breakfast.
“Morning.” She spoke.
“I’m sorry for yesterday.” I apologized.
“It’s totally fine honey. If something bothers you, do tell me okay?” she asked and I nodded,” Yeah.”
“Your room’s light is on?” dad asked me.
I remembered turning it off before coming downstairs but when I looked upstairs towards my room, I could see light coming through the gap under the door.
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The Third Word
Mystery / ThrillerA text that changed her life. __________________________________________________ Gwen Smith had a crush on Ethan, a very charming and kind guy from the classroom down the corridor, since 2 years. But she never uttered a single word in front of him o...
