Chapter 6. Art Room

HAZEL'S POV

I asked Gabrielle to repeat herself three more times because I couldn't seem to wrap my brain around the whole ordeal. 

This was the type of shit that turned people into alcoholics and crackheads. I felt like I was trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

"Gabz, I don't know what to make of all this." I sat on the floor with my back against the bed.

"Haze, you've been through a lot. Let's just forget about it for now," she suggested.

We both sat in silence for a while and tried to catch our breaths. 

"Hey Gabz, didn't the whole point of you coming over was to show me something important?" I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah, trust me, I haven't forgotten the reason I'm here," she responded. "But it can wait. We've had enough revelations for one day."

"Now I'm more than curious," I raised an eyebrow at her.

She smacked the gum she was torturing in her mouth and stood up. Gabz ran towards the bedr