Freddy.
I role out of bed feeling like a ghost floating in the air. My mind is absolutely blank from the incident of yesterday, all I recall is Mr. Zach and Philip questioning me for cutting. Oh yeah, he found out.
I step out from the shower wondering how. I got into shorts when I had left the house fully clothed. I found my clothes in the shower and yet I don't know how I took them off.
This idea leaves me shaken and upset. What happened the night before?
I spot a fresh yellow sweater neatly placed on my nightstand, I slip it on and make it for one of my pairs of black skinny jeans. I slip on black sneakers before strolling downstairs looking like a mommy.
Philip is having coffee on the dining table with piles of documents scattered across the table. He slips a file in his briefcase
