The first thing I felt when I woke up was a stare at my back. I was facing the wall and I knew Jeff was right behind me. Does he ever sleep? Was he observing me the whole time? I didn't see him, but I just knew he was watching. Didn't surprise me. At this point I was getting used to it.
The room had a warm vibe to it as it was dawn. Still pretty early. Yet, I didn't feel sleepy anymore. Everything that's been happening had fallen upon my mind, making me think a lot. Somehow though, I felt so calm. As if my emotions have had enough and blocked everything. It felt empty. Maybe I just couldn't take in the fact that my best friend was dead. Or that my life will never be the same. It will never be normal.
I debated whether to turn around and face the man that took my life away. I didn't wan
