"ARE YOU SURE that you can manage even without me?" Annika asked me when I was about to go outside of her car. "You look weak and pale. You know that I'm always here, right? I can accompany you. I can even clear my schedule for you."
To be honest, I am not feeling well. It doesn't mean that I feel sick or whatever. I am just not in the mood to talk to someone right away. I want to be alone for a while. I want to contemplate the choices that I made. I want to reflect on what's happening in this little brain of mine.
Because, to be honest, I don't really know what's happening to me. It feels like someone is messing with my mind.
And that someone is named Sam.
"I guess I'm fine on my own," I shot back as I held tighter onto the white plastic bag that I was holding, using my left hand. It
