“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you!” I screamed.

Dolly froze. Her eyes grew wide. “Y-you don’t trust me?” she whispered.

I’d made a mistake. “Nonono its not that I don’t trust you its just-you never know if-” I struggled to get my words straight. I took a breath. “Look, what I’m trying to say is that you should be less trusting of me…o-of people in general.”

“But you said, ‘I don’t trust you’.” Dolly snapped. Any hesitation had left her eyes, leaving only a strong resolve behind. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I reasoned, “I meant that you can never know whose been turned. You can’t just go around telling people things without testing them o-or checking them first!”

“Alex, I’ve been with you since the beginning and-”

“I know and I’ve been so so thankful for that but-”

“I wasn’t done.” Dolly glared at me, and when I didn’t say anything she continued. “And you’ve said it yourself, even if someone is turned it doesn’t necessarily 100% guarantee that they are evil. There’s still hope for them. Don’t you trust me enough to know that I would tell you if I had been turned?” I didn’t say anything. The silence spoke louder than words. “I’m sorry-” I started but Dolly stuck her hand out. “Forget it. We can finish this tomorrow.” She turned around and walked out of the house, not looking back once.

She’d misunderstood. It wasn’t her I didn’t trust. Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t know turned beings could cry.