Days pass, and weeks, and still there were no news from Jack. The rescuing stopped looking for any survivors, but I didn't stop to believe that I'll see Jack again. Every day I went to sleep with his side of the bad cold and empty. Sometimes Toby lies on the bad and refused to get down.
Jack's things stayed exactly were he left them; his clothes were lying in the closet, his paper work was on his desk ready for him to take.
I didn't get out much. I hated when the neighbors stared at me, sometime they would came to me and say how sorry are them, and how terrible lost it his. I tried to act patient to those people and just nod.
At home, everything is different. The house feels cold and empty. My mom tried to convince me to move in with them, and when I said no, she decided that she'll move in with me. I didn't care. But she found out that I haven't really been eating much since Jack was gone. While my mom helped me at home my dad tried to keep the searching on. My parents and Jack's did so much for me at that time, and I'll never be so grateful for that, but sometimes they acted like noting happened and that they moved on and I couldn't except that. The gang were beside me all the way too. Even Sawyer,who kept telling me all the time that he have to keep his promise to Jack and look after me.
It was one of those mornings; I was tired from the lack of sleep and my mom entered to the room and opened the curtain. Slowly I opened my eyes to see the bright light of the sun.
"Good morning, Sweetie.", my mom said.
"Mmm", I said and turned over to lie on my stomach and hide my face in the pillow.
"Come on honey it's time to get up"
"I don't want to, just leave me"
"Katie you should get up, it's a lovely day out side and.."
"MOM! Stop it!" I yelled, "Just stop it ok! I'm sick and tired that every one are acting like life is perfect! Like noting happen!", tears were rolling down my eyes without me noticing," I don't want to get up Ok!! I don't want to get up because⦠because there's noting for me to get up for!, Jack isn't here!.. H.. he's not.. Here", I collapse on the bad and started to cry.
My mom immediately sat next to me as my dad ran into the room, "Shh.. it's ok, it's ok", my mom caressed my back slowly. "You're right. Jack's not here, but you can't give up on yourself. You're not eating nor sleeping, you're becoming ill, and I'm sure Jack will never want you to do that to yourself."
"I miss him so much", I cried.
"I know you do", my mom said and helped me to sit up. At the second I sat up I felt awful.
"Are you ok honey?, you look a little⦠pale." My dad sat next to me, I closed my eyes and felt a wave of nausea for a moment swamp her system but it quickly passed.
"I'm fine now.. It's nothing"
"Are you sure honey, you're not looking so good"
"I'm fine.. Really..", I said but then I felt the nausea was obviously returning, "Ok maybe I'm not". I was up and running for the bathroom. My parents followed me quickly to find me with my face in the toilet throwing up.
