We pulled to a stop outside of the Nederlander Theatre where we would be performing for the next 4 weeks to come.
Everyone began to file off the bus, each grabbing their belongings from the hold below us.
Everyone except me.
I couldn't budge. I wouldn't budge. Something inside of me didn't want to go home, it was as if it was repelling me with a 'Keep Out' sign.
It was as if it was my fault, and Thomas knew that. He knew it was my fault. It was my fault my parents died. And he didn't want to be anywhere near me. He was scared of me. The little monster that slept just a room away. Waiting for her time to pounce and kill him too. I was that monster who lived under his bed. Waiting for the darkness to moat him so I could make my attack.
So he shut me out. He pulled out a fake voice on the phone, but deep down inside he didn't want me. He just had to look after me until I was gone. Once I was gone he didn't want anything to do with me. He wanted me gone forever. He was tired of waiting now, he was going to pounce. I had a feeling in my bones that he was going to do something. Something rash. Something that would turn my world upside down. Why did I get off that bus?!