I could feel their eyes on me,
watching me worriedly as I walked out of the room. They thought I was mad. If I
didn’t tread carefully, I was going to find myself in a psychologist’s office.
I lay down on my bed, thinking so
hard that I was getting a headache. The thought of going back into the attic
for further, believable evidence was horrible. Maybe I should just drop the
whole thing, let mom and dad think that I’ve stopped messing around. Perhaps I
am going mad, and I should just let them send me to a psychologist.
After half an hour of miserable
maybe-I’m-mad thoughts, I grabbed my I-pod and decided that a few raging
heavy-metal songs turned up full-blast should render me incapable of thinking
again for at least a few hours. Turning the songs on ‘shuffle’ the first song
that came on was ‘Sweating Bullets’ by Megadeth. Great I thought miserably. Another
reference to losing your mind. The whole song is about going mad.
I lay there, listening to my I-pod
for about an hour and a half. Then mom and dad walked in.
“You should ‘ve knocked.”
I snapped glaring.
“We did. You couldn’t hear us over
Dad told me, a hint of a smile on his
face. I suppose he was glad that I wasn’t writing my name across the wall in
blood or, I don’t know, carving sixes into my wrists or something.
“Sara, we both discussed your
Mom said, not looking me in the eye.
“And you think I’m crazy.”
“No, we think that the move has
unsettled you, and as soon as we get the house all sorted out, we want to find
someone you can talk to for a while.”
“I could talk to both of you.”
I said bitterly.
“If you’d just believe me.”