I really didn't want to. I promise I didn't. It's just...he kept calling me and...
Ok, um, I should probably back up a little. Today, I was feeling a little...off, maybe even a little sick, so I stayed in. I wasn't totally sure why I was, but I rested most of the day. After awhile, closer to night time, I started to feel a little better.
At one point, I felt like I might be able to eat something so I went and headed for the little store at the hotel. After I got a little bit of food, I went back to my room and ate. It helped some, but even though I felt some energy coming back, I still felt off.
I'm not totally sure when it happened, maybe a couple hours or so after it got dark, but I suddenly started to hear my name being called. At first it was somewhat faint, then it got louder. After a little bit, I realized who was calling me. It was Blake. He was there (just like I'd been warned about.)
Even though he was calling me, and part of me wanted to go to him, I still fought not to listen to him. I did my best to block him out, hoping it'd be enough. "No, I don't want to go to you, Blake. Leave me alone," I said out loud, my voice quiet and a little shaky.
I heard a laugh, then, "Did you really think you could hide from me, Hailey?"
"Yes, I did," I said, then paused. "Well, at least, part of me did. I hoped you wouldn't find me."
"Why wouldn't I come and find you?" I heard, then, without waiting for an answer from me, "You haven't been feeling well today, have you, Hailey?"
"No. How did you..."
"I really don't think I have to answer that," I heard, before he paused then said, "I can help you feel better. Just come to me, follow the sound of my voice."
I didn't say much of anything after that, just tried to block him out for a short time longer, and then...
Well, I vaguely remember leaving the hotel and walking for awhile, ending up in a cemetery, Blake being there and then...
I woke up in my hotel room, confused about how I got back there, and felt...well, I don't feel off anymore, but I also feel weak. After a little while, I started thinking about what happened and had been happening, and I could feel tears starting to fall. And even now, as I write things out, (even though I probably shouldn't. I felt like I needed to, though.), I can still feel the tears.
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