“What do you mean ‘doesn't feel right'?" Miss Greene questioned, scribbling down on her notes.
“It seemed too easy and quick. The way everything just falls into place and all” Dylan complained, running his fingers through his hair.
“And have you talked to your friends about this? This concerns of yours” She asked
“No....” he sighed “I haven't really spoken to them that well since it happened”
“And why is that?"
“There's something off with me... something different. I want to figure it out.....I want to figure out all that's happening to me. Why I'm having these nightmares again, why all the guilt came rushing back and why I always wake up suddenly at midnight crying” He explained “Do you have any idea why?"
Miss Greene leaned forward on her desk “Maybe it's because you killed so
