My little brother has a little friend over. My little sister and I are singing Singstar, a karaoke game. I call my Dad, because I can�t find any much-needed cough drops. The phone directory opens up to your name.

�I don�t want to loose your love tonight� The television sings.

I drop my microphone before the song is even done, and curl up under the covers of my bed, the lights off. And I can�t move. Tears are streaming down my face�

Stop haunting me. I need you to stop.

Please.

Quote of the day: You know, yesterday I was fine�