Seven weeks. Seven weeks of absolutely nothing, and it is torturing me. I can't sleep at night because of how scared I am of Michael and Markus appearing again. Jack has noticed my deprivation of sleep. Every time I turn around I can almost feel them lurking.
I sigh at my reflection through the mirror. I fix my baseball cap on my head and straighten out my shirt. The bags under my eyes are stained to my skin. Jack creeps up behind me and rests his head on my shoulder. I wince in fright. "Are you sure you want to go into town by yourself?" Jack frowns. "Yes, I'll be okay. It won't be for long." I answer.
Jack kisses my shoulder and moves away. "I'll walk you out." He states. I nod. We walk to the garage without talking. "Which car?" He questions me. I look at them all and I choose the
