My lungs are heavy like anvils and they keep me planted on the stiff hotel room mattress... If you can call it a hotel room. It's more like a cave at this point. I keep it as dark as I can because if I don't the migraines come back and I just don't want to deal with that right now...

The only light is the red glow of the recording light on my camera and the flashes from the TV screen at the end of the room. I'm not even watching it, I'm staring at the ceiling. I think I just kept it on for noise. I don't remember. I'm forgetting a lot of things lately, I guess.

My phone is vibrating on the nightstand. Somebody is trying to call. I wouldn't move even if I could. I know who's on the other line and I don't want to talk to him. Not anymore.

I keep waiting for it to stop but it just keeps going and going. Sometimes there's a pause where he'll get sent through to voicemail but he just calls back. There's a part of me that wants to answer the phone and hear his voice... But then there's that God awful realist side of me that's telling me that I can't trust him anymore. It's wondering if I ever could have to begin with.

"He's a liar," It says. "He's been working with Alex and that guy in the hood the entire time."

The vibrating starts up again.

But he took care of me. That thing attacked me and made me sick for weeks and he was there the entire time, he shared his medication with me...

"He drugged you up while you were unconscious,"

He thought it would keep me safe.

Vibrations.

"That thing wouldn't have even attacked you if he hadn't dragged you back into that house,"

I wanted to go too. I wanted to know why I forgot what happened with Alex that night. If anything, I dragged him there.

Vibrations.

"Why are you defending him?"

Because if I wouldn't have brought him into this way back when this wouldn't have happened to begin with. I told him I was finishing Alex's movie and somehow suckered him into hunting monsters with me. I lied.

"So you're the liar?"

Vibrations.

I'm the liar.

I tear myself out of my invisible chains, sit up and I take the phone in my hand. I stare at it a moment.

Incoming call: Tim
Slide to answer

I swallow and slide my thumb across the bottom, I put it to my ear. My heart is racing and I don't even know why.

"Jay?" His voice leaks from the speaker and I feel the earth beginning to spin again. "Jay, are you there?"

I open my mouth but no words come out. I don't want him to stop talking.

"I can hear you breathing, Jay, if you're still mad that's fine..." He stops for a minute, I can picture him running his hand through his hair and taking a sigh to rearrange what he's trying to say. "Just... You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to- I just need you to listen to me."

I just sit there, searching the silence for an answer on whether I should say something or not. I can hear him taking a breath to start a word so I don't.

"I should have shown you the tape.." He starts. "I shouldn't have hidden it from you and I'm sorry... I just didn't want you to see what happened... I mean..." He takes another breath.

"God, Jay... I just... I didn't want you to see me in the tape helping them take Jessica and then... You know... Forget that whoever I am when that mask goes on isn't who I am when it's off..." He pauses. "Jay, are you still there?"

It takes a minute but I manage to gather some words together.

"Yeah," I say. "I'm still here."

"I'm sorry..." He says.

"Me too."

"For what?"

"Everything."

We're both quiet for a minute.

"Do you want me to come get you?" Tim asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "That'd be okay."

I didn't want to be alone. I don't think either of us did. In situations like ours people tend to latch onto whoever is closest... And as long as he's the one closest to me, I'm okay with that.