Day (near Easter sometime)
Harley's still avoiding me. At first I didn't even try, I just thought she'd come back to school one day having forgotten the whole cat thing, realise I've never meant to hurt her really and we'd start talking again, maybe hang out in the city, she would bring Ed along if she wanted and everything would be back to what is (despite not existing) generally regarded as 'normal'. But no. Instead, she hasn't said a word to me, other than "leave me alone" a few times when I asked her a question – regarding work, nothing more, nothing less – in class. Which means that school is pretty much the same, just lonelier.
It's funny, I was never bothered about being lonely before… Before her, I suppose. I guess I got used to putting up with the company of a human being other than myself. She was fun to have around. I kind of… miss her. Oh, would you listen to me. It's almost like I'm moping around after being dumped like some ridiculously immature freshman. I'm not moping. I'm not. I'm coping.
In other, more important news, I haven't seen Mom in a few days. Or is it weeks? I can never be sure. She's been locked in her room again (or her mind, more likely) for ages, not going out or seeing anyone or even speaking to me. Not that it affects me. I shout up to let her know when I'm home from school and I ask her if she wants any dinner, but every time I'm met with no reply. So I get by with making my own meals and ironing my own clothes. Come to think of it, the last time she spoke to me (whenever it was), Mom seemed quite… emotional? Is that the right word? I don't know, I often wonder if I'm oblivious to human emotion. Probably. Anyway, I was saying goodnight to her one night, just a regular school night, and she called me over. "Jack?" She said. "Jack, I know you and I haven't seen eye to eye recently, but I just want you to know that I love you. You know that, right? I love you very much and I always have done. Even when times were difficult, with Dad and… other changes. You mean the world to me, Jack, and whatever happens to you in life, I know you'll stay strong, because you are. You know that, right?" I simply nodded, not really knowing what else to do since I'd been caught unawares by Mom's sudden outpour. "Good boy. Have a good sleep, Jack. I love you." Those were her final words to me before I went upstairs. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I still don't. She's okay is Mom. I know she is.