She’s not at school.

I asked around.

My friends said I’m crazy.

They said she’s a freak.

I tell them to shut up.

I drive to her house.

I knock on the door.

No one answers.

I open it.

Her mother isn’t there.

But she is.

She’s on the couch.

Her head is bleeding.

She’s asleep.

I wake her up.

She looks at me.

She doesn’t speak.

I pick her up.

I take her to the bathroom.

I undress her.

I put her in the bathtub.

I clean her.

She doesn't talk.

She just closes her eyes.

I look in the water.

Her fingers are crossed.