Uh, for anyone who thinks this is the last chapter, it's not. There's 40 chapters, so we still have a couple to go. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Meg owns most characters.

Dedicated to Kristin : )


Mia's POV...

I walked into my dorm room in a daze, completely oblivious to everything around me.

I stumbled over to my bed, kicked off my shoes and climbed under the covers.

"Um, are you ok, Mia?" I faintly heard Hayley call out.

I didn't respond. I just rolled over and closed my eyes, hoping I could fall asleep and never wake up again.

-

I didn't get out of bed this morning. I just didn't see the point in doing so. I changed out of yesterdays outfit and into my pyjamas and that was the extent of it.

Class starts in a few minutes, but I have absolutely no intention of going. And I probably won't go tomorrow either. Or Thursday. Or Friday.

What's the point? I can't keep my happy face on a second longer. Let's face it, I'm not happy. I haven't been happy in a long time, with the exception of talking to Michael last night; but look where that happiness led. To the complete opposite.

"Mia, you're going to be late," Hayley told me, while she rushed around the room looking for all her books. "Come on, get up."

I moaned and rolled over so I'm now facing the wall.

"Come on, Mia. At least tell me what the cause of this sudden depression is; you've been so happy recently."

So much she knows.

The bed shifted as she sat to the side of me; but I chose to ignore her. What good is talking about it going to do? What good is talking going to do at all?

"Hey," she said softly, gently stroking my arm. "You can tell me, you know. Whatever it is."

I shrugged her off and she stood up; a minute later I heard her leaving.

I settled back into bed, prepared to stay here all day, but only a few minutes after Hayley had left I heard a key in the lock.

Great, she's back.

But it wasn't Hayley, it was Lars.

"Princess? Have you forgotten about your class this morning?"

"No," I replied. For some reason I don't mind answering him. I don't want to pour my heart out to him or anything, but I'll briefly answer his questions.

"Are you not going then?"

"No."

"Do you want to...talk about it?"

"No."

I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and I almost burst out laughing. But I don't have the energy to laugh. Or the will power.

"So you're going to stay in bed all day?"

"Yep."

"Would you like me to bring you anything? Breakfast?"

"No."

"Ok, well if you need me I'll just be next door."

He left me alone again, just like I am anyway. Alone, that is.

-

I woke a few hours later hungry; suddenly I wish I'd asked Lars for breakfast.

But oh well. I can't be bothered getting up and getting anything, or even getting up and asking Lars to go get me cold sesame noodles.

I'll just put up with the stomach growls. I'll push past it.

-

When Hayley came back, I was awake, but crying softly.

"Mia, please let me help you!" she said, sitting back down on my bed.

"I'm fine," I managed to say.

"No, you're not. And I don't think you've been fine for a while now, have you?"

I slumped back down into the bed and pulled the covers up to my chest.

"Mia, please," she pleaded.

I didn't say anything; I didn't even look at her, I just stared blankly out.

"Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything today?" she asked me after a few minutes.

No response.

"How about I order some Chinese? Or a vegetarian pizza? Will that help make you feel better?"

Nothing can make me feel better. I'm past the point of feeling better. Although I didn't tell her that, my stomach chose to answer for me, letting out a monstrous rumble.

"I thought so. I'll get you something to eat."

She returned a little later with both Chinese and a pizza.

The smell was delicious, it was making me nauseous though. And I don't have the energy to eat either.

"Eat something, Mia. You'll make yourself sick."

I don't care. I just don't care anymore. I don't think I can feel any worse than I do right now.

After half an hour of trying to persuade me to eat, she wrapped up the leftovers and put them in the tiny bar fridge for later.

-

The next morning was the same. "Are you going to get up today, Mia?" she asked me.

No answer, I just went back to sleep.

Lars came back before noon. I guess Hayley told him I was still in bed when she left this morning.

"Princess, can I get you anything?"

"Mmm..."

"Yes? What would you like? Food? I'll come back with something."

He came back not long after with a big bottle of water and a soft fruit bar.

I gladly took them. At least the fruit bar doesn't take much effort to eat.

I feel really dirty, not having showered yesterday or today, but oh well. It's not like I'm going anywhere. I only sneak out to the bathroom when it's absolutely necessary, and I always wait until no one else is around.

-

Ok, depressed and bed ridden or not, I need a shower. It's been three days!

I waited until Hayley had left and when most people would be gone too, and then I got out of bed to do it.

The warm water feels good, but not good enough to keep me from getting into a clean pair of pyjamas and climbing back into bed.

Which is where I stayed for three more days.