"Finn, stop," I whispered, my voice quivering. But even as I said it, I noticed the tall, snow-colored building moving closer and closer.
He ignored me, and kept the car moving towards the ugly truth. He was actually going to turn me in. My best friend thought I was insane.
"I..I'm not crazy," I said, feeling slight anger mixed with sadness flowing through my body. "I swear, I am not."
He nodded his head slightly, but didn't give any other signs to show he had heard me.
"Finn!"
It was no use. Slowly, the car climbed up the gravel path to the building. It wasn't actually that bad, to be honest. There were some stone benches surrounded by a garden path to the door. A lone sundial stood by the front. It had the façade of a retirement home, not a home for the mad.
Finn put the car int
