On Sunday, I didn't even bother coming out of my room unless I had to eat or use the bathroom. If I had to eat, I would just bring the food up to my room in a paper plate, so I don't have to go back downstairs to wash my dish. Also, I would just walk quickly to the bathroom and back.
I just wanted to be alone that day and think to myself. The letter I got yesterday really freaked me out and I can't seem to figure out who it is.
My teammates noticed my unusual behaviour today and they tried to talk to me, but I didn't speak. I didn't want to have a breakdown right in front of them. I've cried in front of them many times before, but I don't want them to worry.
It was almost six in the evening when I heard a knock on my door. I got up from my bed, opened it, and saw Caleb looking at me wo
