“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously Abbey was always shy and quiet but was always in a group but something was wrong.
“Looking at this,” She said alone and cold. She stared it for a while and I was bored.
“What is it?”
“It’s a flower but it reminds me of the time we…blah, blah, blah…” Was all I heard. I sat down and closed my eyes and wondered when the she would stop. My head was spinning around and around, sicker by the second. I laid down now unable to control my own self. how can something so tiny cause another silent victim yet to be seen…