The next thing I remembered, I woke up to the hospital.

I was alone, my bed and my chairs near me were empty. I tried to move, but I realized my left hand was on a plaster. So did my left leg. What the hell happened?

The door opened. My mum got in. "Sweetie! You are awake!" She came close to me and hold my right hand. She was smiling, but I could see she was crying before. She had a scratch at the chick.

"What happened?" I asked, confused.

"Darling, don't you remember anything?" she said and started to cry again. She kept crying when dad and Joseph got in. After I hugged them-as much as I could-I asked again.

"After Joseph left you home, you were acting like insane. You scratched the doors, you were screaming. When I got in, you tried to hit me, but you only managed to make this scratch because you…you fell down the stairs. All the stairs…" my dad said. I looked at Joseph. He shook his head. We both had an idea of whose fault is that.

After an hour, my parents left and I was alone with Joseph.

"That girl's insane." Joseph mumbled.

"She's not insane. Everything Delia told you it is true."

"How do you know?"

"When I reached the church I got to the confessional. I told the parson the entire story and he seemed…how to say it? He seemed scared or something."

Joseph remained silent. So did I for some minutes. Then a nurse got in and said that Joseph must leave.