🎧'I know – Fiona Apple

All the girls were at the lake we had found, but I was halfway back to the cabin. I had forgotten my notebook — or my “hell diary,” as I like to call it. It was the only thing keeping me somewhat sane in the middle of all this shit.

The wooden door creaks as I push it open carefully, trying not to make a sound. I only came back for the notebook — the one where I write everything I can’t say out loud. I thought the cabin would be empty.

But she’s there, curled up.

Hugging her knees, face half-hidden behind her hands. Just in her bra — the red one. That damn red I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the first day I saw it. And the low, crooked shorts, like they were pulled on in a hurry. Her hair a complete mess.

She hasn’t seen me yet. And for a second, I think about slipping out quietly, pretending I never came in. But the floor creaks under my feet.

Then she lifts her face, and I freeze.

Her tearful eyes hit me like an arrow.

"Nat...sorry...I forgot my notebook," I mumble, barely a whisper. My eyes try not to touch her skin — but it’s impossible. She’s right there, so exposed. But it’s not her body that undoes me — it’s the way she stares into nothing. Like she left some part of herself somewhere else.

She nods, slowly. Doesn’t try to cover up. Doesn’t get up. Doesn’t pretend she doesn’t care.

“He just left,” she says, after a silence that feels way too long.