"..." I look out the window, seeing Maya going outside. A week has passed, and I must say that this week has been horrible, not because Maya did something to me, but because my head seems like it's going to drive me crazy.
Or maybe I'm already crazy, the messy cacophony of colors, smells, and voices that bother me daily is a hell I can't deal with properly.
Maya said I was more mature and responsible, and since she had already told me what I needed to know, she decided to give me a walkie-talkie so we could talk even when she's away.
It was a way to maybe help with my boredom since I said I was bored and would like to talk even when she's busy cooking or cleaning the mansion.
It's simple and always active, so when I press a button, she can hear me and I can hear her, it's not bad, but the beeping sound and the static bother me, so I hardly use it.
