Summer slept. It seemed that lately all that she ever did was sleep. She slept in the daytime, in the nighttime, and in the in between time when it was to light to count as night, but too dark to count as day. She knew that her dad was worried about her, and she knew that Marissa was too, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that when she slept she couldn't feel anything. She couldn't remember anything, she couldn't miss anyone. She couldn't hurt anymore.
Then the dreams came. She dreamt about Seth mostly. About him leaving, about him coming back, (which probably was never going to happen), about Seth. After the dreams sleep wasn't her friend anymore. After the dreams she had to start dealing.
Summer hadn't ever been very good at the whole 'dealing' thing. Her therapist said she had rage problems, but Summer just looked at it as 'over-reacting to her emotions'. So dealing really consisted of her lashing out at everyone she cared about. Well, everyone she cared about who hadn't left her yet.
The day he came back started out just like any other day. Summer woke up to her alarm, went to school, and went through the motions, talking to as little people as humanly possible. It was when she got home that it happened. She was carrying her books into the kitchen when she heard a noise at the front door. She dropped her books and grabbed the nearest defense object that she could find: a kitchen knife. Walking into the foyer, she dropped the knife. Seth Cohen was halfway in the house, his top half sticking through the partway open window, his torso still stuck outside.
"Cohen?" She said in utter disbelief. The anger hadn't set in yet, but she was sure that it would come sooner or later. Cohen had better hope it came later.
"Hey, Summer," Seth said raising the one arm that wasn't jammed in the window in greeting, "A little help here?"
Not really thinking about what she was doing, Summer went to the window and opened it all the way. Seth made an attempt to right himself gracefully, but ended up falling from his humorous position in the window to being sprawled out on the floor. The transition from these two positions involved a whole lot of arm waving and leg kicking on Seth's part, something that, under other circumstances, would have made Summer laugh. As it was, her face stayed emotionless.
"I was going for stealth…" Seth mumbled, and then trailed of, looking at Summer.
Summer didn't say anything back. She simply walked past him and out the front door, leaving Seth standing alone in her empty Foyer.