Riley

Nora sat curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees like she was trying to hold herself together. Her teeth were biting down hard on her finger, leaving red marks, a nervous habit she always did when she knew she was screwed. Her eyes were wide and empty, staring into nothing as if haunted by something only she could see.

For a second, I honestly wondered if she could still hear us or if her mind had completely shattered back at school.

“Nora, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Why are you trembling like this” my mother asked again, her voice rising with panic. She crouched down in...