When I woke up, it was about 8pm. I can't believe I slept through the whole day. I went downstairs and saw a note on the kitchen table. I can't stand staying here right now, so I'm leaving for a little bit. I'm sorry, but you'll have to take care of yourself. Lots of love. Great. Melanie left, just like she usually does. I can't blame her though; I wouldn't want to stay here either.
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I went to go check the phone to see if anybody had called. "Dead." I whispered to myself as I tossed the phone on the couch. Why couldn't anybody bother to charge the phone? I went to my schoolbag and searched for my phone.
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No messages. Of course not. Why would anybody want to text me anyways? I then went to my computer to see if at least one person cared about me. Facebook? Nope, not a single message. Wait, there's one... from Anthony. Are we even friends on Facebook? The message read:
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Hey Sarah, just wanted to ask if you were doing any better than this morning. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that you can call or text me any time. I never go to sleep :)
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The message was sent this morning. Well that was extremely unexpected. I thought he was just being nice by giving me his number. I didn't want to bother Anthony at the moment so I just said that I would call him in the morning since tomorrow was Saturday.
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The worst part of the whole "being ignored by everyone except by the one person you least expect it from" thing is that even my best friend doesn't even care enough to do anything.
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I got some food from the fridge, even though I barely felt like eating. I put some macaroni on a tray along with some Coke and I brought it upstairs. I flicked on the TV and went to one of my recordings of Doctor Who.
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At about 11:30 my phone buzzed, notifying me that I had a new message on Facebook. I squinted my eyes to look at the tiny screen and saw that Anthony had replied to me.
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Sure :)
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I tossed my phone to the other side of the couch and returned to Doctor Who. I continued watching Doctor Who until about 6 in the morning. I guess I'll save the rest for later.
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I crawled up the three stairs that led to my bedroom and I flopped down onto my bed. A tear started to make its way out of my eye. I'm all alone. I curled up into a ball and slept for who knows how long.