Maybe Today?

Why Me?

[Jessie's POV]

I don't realize the time until my mom finally calls me and boy was I still reeling from Hannah's things mysteriously being with my stuff. I don't even know how it was here, and was pretty sure that was locked away in the Stevenson's storage unit back home in Oregon. How did it go from under lock and key to being in my new living room? After realizing I had spaced out again, I quickly pick up the phone, where mom goes, "Honey what took you so long to answer?" "Oh sorry I couldn't find my phone in the mess, hey mom can I ask you something?" I lied and asked. "Of course you can honey, always, what's wrong?" Staring at the box of Hannah's things, I muster up the courage and ask, "Do you remember what the Stevenson's did to Hannah's box of special things?" "Why no honey, I assume it's in storage you know how they were after the accident." She said accident slowly like saying it was mistake altogether and she wouldn't be wrong especially when the man responsible for her death is on the other coast. Letting out the breath I was holding before saying "Okay mom, thanks." "Why did you ask?," she said, "No reason, just curious after finding that photo again I guess. Mom it's getting late I love you goodnight!," quickly saying it before she can tell I'm lying, "Okay honey, goodnight I love you too." I couldn't tell her about the box, not yet at least, she just would've asked more questions I wouldn't know the answer and freak out. Can't have her worrying about me more then what she already is. I make me a late supper, shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed after checking the and windows.

------------[Unknown POV]--------------

When she finally noticed the box, I was was forced to watch her cry and snap a picture of it. My guy wanted two pictures, one of her after seeing the picture and one after she realizes whatever the rest of the box is. This man says he can't do this himself because of certain circumstances surrounding this girl. I don't know what those circumstances are but they cant be good if he's paying someone like me to stalk, take pictures of, and torment this girl just to send the pictures he wants to him. Thankfully it's nothing inappropriate and I get the feeling it won't be just this for long. Tonight I get to go back to my own apartment.