I'm awake. The first thing I see is my Dead Hand concert tee that's tacked over the ceiling light. I sit up quickly, but regret it instantly when the room starts spinning. I glace at the clock. It's 3PM. I guess I missed school today. I sit at the edge of my bed and check my phone. Seven missed phone calls from Fiona. She's probably pissed I wasn't at school today. I feel bad. My screenplay is still in the works and she's only seen a few lines of it. I sigh and slowly this time, get out of bed. CeCe walks down the hall passing my opened bedroom door. She pops her head in.

"Hey Baby Boy, I saw you overslept, so I called the school for you. I bet that leg really hurts. It's Friday anyway." She winks at me lovingly.

"Thanks Mom. I really needed the sleep working on the screenplay and all." I lied.

I wasn't even focused on the play last night. I was focused on talking to... Her. My heart sank thinking about it. Fighting back tears, I grabbed my cane, and wobbled out of my room quickly pass CeCe. I could feel her eyes on me, so I wobbled faster and out of view. Once I made it to the living room I looked back. No one was around. I leaned on the front door and sighed of relief. At that moment the door bell rang. I jumped in alarm and quickly turned around to open the door.

"Where the HELL were you today Eli? I was in panic mode all day!" It was Fiona obviously.

"A simple 'Hello' would of sufficed." I said amused.

"I'm serious Eli, where is the play? I want to see it!" She demanded ,as she attempted to get pass me in the doorway.

I blocked her from getting by. "Fiona, I'm sorry I wasn't at school, but my leg was killing me so I thought I'd just stay home. Sorry for bailing, but I was working on it all night. I just don't want to show you the ending until it's perfect." I was lying a lot today.

She huffed then glared. "Fine. But no more missing class! I really needed you there today. That Imogen girl is psychotic."

I laughed at that. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Her glare eased up. "So I heard Clare is worried that you're making her out to be the bad guy in the play."

It was my turn to glare. "Where did you hear that?"

"Imogen." Of course. Maybe that was true. Imogen has been helping me stay creative. She dressed up as Clare and made me tell 'Clare' how I feel. I screamed at her. I told her that I hated her. How could I really feel that about Clare? My Clare. Was my Clare. I could never hate her! Imogen was just helping me let the creativity flow for a good play. That's all. I drift back into reality.

Fiona was looking at me puzzled. "Hey, are you okay?"

I didn't meet her eyes. "Yeah never better..." Even Ididn't believe it.

"Listen, I understand how writing this play is like reliving your times with Clare. I bet it's hard." She said calmly.

I felt fury bubbling through my veins, but I tried to keep it in as best as I could before opening my mouth. "How could you understand ANYTHING that I'm going through, Fiona?" I was leaning on my cane, clutching it in my hands as hard as I could.

She jumped at the sudden tone in my voice, and apparently took offense to what I said because she was yelling now. "Excuse me? Eli, I had to go on TRIAL in a courtroom against my ex-boyfriend, Bobby. I know how it feels to relieve bad memories!"

We both stood on my front porch glaring at each other. Just then, a hand rested on my shoulder, following a deep husky voice. "Well well well! Who's this Eli?" Bullfrog.

"This is Fiona, Dad, and she was just leaving." I spat out the words like venom.

Fiona looked at me unbelievably then scoffed. "Yep. I was. Bye." She turned around and charged to the cab that was waiting for her on the street. It drove off quickly.

I turn around to go back inside when Bullfrog blocks me. "Whoa. Hold on there! What was that about, Eli? You're taking your meds right?"

"Yeah of course, Bullfrog." I lie swiftly as he lets me into the house.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Alright, well good!" I was already passed him and in my room when he said it. I slammed the door.