The closer we got to the Christmas holidays, the worse my paranoia got. I could feel eyes watching me all the time. I was losing sleep and barely eating. And unfortunately, I was somehow projecting my uneasiness to the rest of my crew. We were all snapping at each other's throats. It didn't help matters that Justin was picking up more than usual, and since Sam was a catalyst or whatever, things just got more and more tense.
About a week before Christmas, things came crashing down.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" CAN'T YOU THREE DO ANYTHING RIGHT?" Nicki yelled at Justin, Sam, and Talia. I could sense Talia about to retaliate, and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to stop them. Just as Talia was preparing to fling some kind of energy ball at Nicki, I screamed in pain. All heads turned tow
