I just sit there with my mouth gaping open, it could have been minutes, hours, days, even years maybe if it wasn't for Toby piping up.

"Doll, close your mouth or you'll catch flies. We don't want that now do we?" He says with his smirk plastered back on. We rise from the table and start wondering around the building, I don't say anything for a long while until the terror fades into despair. I close my mouth and choose my words wisely, I don't know what's me and what's the fake one.

"Why didn't I know, I still can't really tell what's real and what's not..." I say hesitantly.

"Follow me, I'll explain later." Toby grabs my hand and leads me to a janitors closet. It's close but we can sit at the bottom with our knees touching. "I doubt they have voice recorders in here. Besides, the memory's come in time. It will go from flashbacks, dreams, to full on memories. You'll be able to sort out the real ones from the fake ones."

"Why am I so sad, why am I so scared, why am I questioning everything all the time?" I say plainly.

"Maybe before your mind was twisted you where always doing that?"

"But I don't want to, Toby!"

"I can't help you don't want to," he says mimicking me. "sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do."

Tears brimming at my eyes from all the bad memories then happiness flickering in my eyes at the good ones. I say bluntly that I'm tired, after all, the memories are tiring. We get up and leave the janitors closet. We walk slowly, I do at least, I'm dizzy from all the thoughts crashing into each other. He keeps glancing at me and drops me off at my room. I lean up against the wall hoping for balance and to be stable enough to say goodnight.

"It gets better." He seems to know what to say at the precisely right times. It's oddly comforting when I'm in this dreamlike state.

"Thh-thanks Toby." I say dizzily barely keeping my eyes open.

"I guess I should let you go then, see you tomorrow in the morning?" He asks excitedly rocking back and forth from his tip-toes to his heels and back again ringing his hands.

"Yes you wwwwill. Goodnight." I wave him goodnight and collapse on my bed. Even though it's only 5:00 I feel like I need sleep desperately. I collapse on my bed and think: What have I gotten myself into? I've met a delinquent, had my perfect little world collapse and burn to flames around me, and been to a Barbie wedding all in one day. I can tell my time with him is going to be one heck of a time.