When my parents came to take me home, I swear I ran out the door, literally!

In our car, which was an eight seater, was Linnea, Oriana, Caleb, Alexander and Leah.

I had to sit in the very back with Caleb because all the other seats were taken.

It was squished, but way better than the oddly comfortable hospital bed.

When we got home there. Was a sign hanging up that read 'happy-your-not-seriously-sick-and-your-back-home-party' And I'm not even kidding, that's exactly what it said!

The rest of the night was soft drinks, dancing to terrible music that my parents picked out and people saying they're glad I'm not hurt. But it was strangly, spectacularly fun.

Until Linnea ruined it with her 'possessed' crap. the whole night she kept in repeatedly saying 'you need to fight' and 'c'mon Cassie, you know it's true!'

But at that moment I did not know it was true. So that's what I told her, along with a few 'shut ups' and 'god Linnea, your annoying the crap out of me's.

So she left me alone and that night I slept in peace.