I stared at the blank wall of the hospital. I didn't know how many days passed who how much longer I'd be there. I didn't eat or drink much. The nurse came in and I stared at her.

"You'll be able to leave in a day or two. Thank you for cooperating!" She left almost as soon as she came in. It was really quiet and I stared at the wall again. I missed Zach. I missed the place I called home. It was all a mistake. I should of never
started.


It was finally time to leave. I was at the office and was filling out paperwork. They had figured out that I was lying and they gave me antidepressants. I would just throw them away. I thanked the woman and left. I didn't have a car so I walkedback
to Zach's house. I opened the door and saw him standing there.

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick!" He yelled at me. I guessed he had been home for a few hours or maybe a day.

"I was nowhere..." I whispered, knowing he would see through my lies.

"And I have to talk to you about before! You said the girl was attractive to you! That's not right! You must have been joking!" I felt tears well in my eyes and I quickly ran to the my room. I curled on the bed and cried. I just cried and cried.
/It was finally the next day. Well it was 2:00 in the morning. I slowly got out of the bed and rubbed my eyes. I opened my door and walked down the stairs. I opened the fridge and pulled out the leftover ice cream. Everything was still dark. I went to
the couch and sat down. The light of the TV flickered as the different shows passed by. A blanket fell onto my shoulders and I just sat there. Before long, the ice cream was gone and I was crying again. Life sure was wonderful.

No channels seemed to be playing anything nice so I just kept flicking through them. I pulled my phone out and checked the times on the ice cream and cookie place. It was closed. I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself and let the carton and spoon
drop to the floor. I watched the mindless television even after all the terrible shows were on.

I didn't care anymore. My best friend hated me for more than a few reasons. I was tired, I was hungry, I was thirsty, I felt like dying.