Depressed
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She hasn't gotten out of bed for a week now. I'm making her drink some juice in the morning, but I don't think she's eating anything else.
Tomorrow, she needs to go to school, or else I'm going to send her back to her mom.
She leaves her bed finally, but she's like a walking corpse. I know that feeling all too well myself, and I hate seeing her like this.
I wish I could do something for her, but I know that I can't. She doesn't need me.
I knew there was a reason I didn't trust that kid.