The Fire

"The last few days have proved to be strange. It just gets weirder and weirder," I told Molly. She looked at me with furrowed brows, "Why do you think that way?" I looked down at my clammy hands. "I think I’m paranoid. I think I’m becoming more aware of what happened or it’s just really starting to sink in. I don’t know, I’m just always worried and scared. I feel like everyone is watching me all the time. Like they know, like they’re after me. I’m having nightmares and I can’t sleep. I don’t care if you throw me in a hospital anymore, just please tell me how to stop it. "