I tossed and turned, pulled the blankets up only to pull them back down. My head ached and I found myself swinging my legs from the bed and pacing right before it.
The rain heavily poured outside, pouring with no mercy, leaving my feet all wrinkled as I paced but I could care less. I bit my nails, ate them up, deep in thought.
Had I done something wrong?
It felt like I had done something wrong. My feet quickly carried me to my phone which I picked up and dialled his number only to pause and stare at it. I was going out of my mind. He did not seem right, we did not seem right but maybe I was just acting out. Had he believed my crazy neighbour, but didn’t he trust me?
I threw the phone down. What would I even say if I called him?
I tucked a stray hair behind my ear,
