I am obsessed with The Host so I decided to write this. It takes place after Wanda is put into Pet but before the humans find Nate's clan.
This is just a preface, I need your opinion if I should continue or not.
I do not own Stephanie Meyer's characters unfortunately.
Melanie POV
It has been six months since the worst day of my life. Nobody is dealing well since that horrible day. Jared is hyper-vigilant – even more than normal. He is constantly on alert, waiting for an attack or something. He does not say so but I know that he is also extremely sad. Jamie has lost that spark in his eyes; he is constantly sulking around and does not want to do anything anymore. He is not acting like his normal teenage self. Sunny never stops crying. Kyle is losing his mind because nothing will get Sunny to stop with her bawling. Me? I am not dealing well at all. I can barely eat, much to Jared's dismay. He is constantly telling me that I need to eat and stay healthy so I eat just to appease him. The food usually comes back up later anyway. That is what stress and heartbreak can do to you.
And Ian? He is the worst. He does not eat or sleep. He may get about an hour of sleep a night and that is on a good night. He has lost a significant amount of weight and Doc is worried about him. Every time Doc passes Ian, he shakes his head and practically begs Ian to eat something. He is considering force-feeding him soon if he does not snap out of it and start eating. The most worrisome thing is not his lost weight or lack of sleep; it is the heartbreak and desolate look in his eyes. Those ocean-blue eyes that I used find myself getting lost in, much to Jared's dismay, are now empty. The hollow, bereft look in his eyes is enough to may anyone cringe and avoid eye contact with him. Being around him feels like being at a funeral; Ian is the dead relative and everyone else avoids looking at him because they do not want to remember him that way. I want to remember Ian as a loving young man who loves his family and would do anything for them, not as a hollow, broken-down shadow of a man.
As I said, it has been six months since the worst day of my life; the day Wanda was taken from us.
Please review and tell me whether I should continue or not.