The name's Isabella but my friends call me, oh sorry did I stutter I don't have friends but I've heard a lot lately that having friends can be real fun. I got close to this girl named Rebecca and we've been hanging out quite a little lately and she kinda invited me to this party by 11pm which on a norms is a quite restricted time because of some parenting stuffs

I have what I need to evade my parents tonight.

I got down from my room down the stairs across the living room. I could almost swore I heard voices from wherever they came but the things is, the voices were faint as if he/she or whatever it was, was crying and talking but it didn't end there, they seemed like statues and worse still, the language seemed very ancient but I still could also swore I heard my name like it was crying for me

I needed no to tell me what to do as I ran up the stairs, but as I ran the voices got closer and closer and also occasionally farther and farther, trust me to me it took hours upon hours to get to room.

Eventually I got there, hugged my pillow waiting for the sun to rise.

I slept off but was awoken by the usual quarrels of my parents, to be honest I really didn't get along with them we just kinda kept our distance and it suited us both

It really didn't take me long to get away from them as it was a routine to wake up by their ranting take my bath get dressed and go and so, I slipped out

Usually I tell my self I hate all humans but I stopped telling myself that that when I met Rebecca.

Trust me she's the best when it comes to friends

I usually pass by her home to walk with her to school. I knocked once then twice then thrice but there was no response so I decided to come in uninvited since her parents were on vacation, she's home all alone

At first I thought about last night but immediately dissmised the thought and went in and there she was cluchting firmly against her kneel and sitting on the floor. At first I wanted to laugh at her but the hormones died when she started crying

Even though I wanted to go pacify her I couldn't help but the feeling of being watched and slowly she pointed towards me.

I turn in suspense.