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Nina
There I was, laying my head against my ex's shoulder, deteriorating before his eyes. Then I remembered the way he'd said no, as if he'd been waiting to say that. "Leave," I said, my eyes still streaming. Fabian had a shocked look on his face. "But…I do want us back together," he lied. "Go!" I said, trying not to think of my twenty year old dead brother, the way he used to smile gently and tell me everything was alright…more tears came raining down. "No, Nina." Fabian said. "You don't care about me! Leave right now!" I said viciously. He, looking hurt, left me alone to wallow.
At who knows what time, I heard the door open quietly. "Nina, we have to go to school," Amber said gently. It was already morning? I kept my puffy face in the pillow, pretending to be asleep. Amber sighed, and got Trudy. "She's been like this since yesterday. She hasn't seen anybody but Fabian, and he won't say anything," Amber told her. Trudy bent down to my level and shook my shoulder. I jerked it away and buried myself in covers. "Should we call the doctor?" Amber asked. Trudy shook her head and said, "She'll come around when she wants to."
Amber came back, and left for dinner. I didn't care. I'll starve myself. The only three things holding me up were my brother, Fabian, my brother and Gran, and one's dead, one doesn't care anymore, and the other was in another country. I didn't leave my bed for I think three days, except to get water and use the toilet. Amber tried to talk, but realized it was useless and left again. I didn't look like myself, becoming skin and bones with puffy eyes, yellow skin and stinky clothes. After I think a week, Trudy finally was able to figure out what was wrong. It went like this:
Trudy came to leave a bowl of soup, like she usually tried to. I was staring off into space, trying to leave and go to where James, my brother, and Sarah were. This was the first time I'd showed my face, so Trudy figured out I was crying. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I didn't respond, wanting her to go away before another torrent of tears set in. "Honey, you can't just hide from the world," Trudy said. I turned to face her, agitated. "And why not? I just want to die!" I screeched. Trudy looked taken aback, probably because I talked. All of a sudden I broke down and cried my heart out, sobbing the whole story to her. By the time I was done, Trudy knew my pain and said that she'd done the same thing when her mother died.
I sniffled. "What's today?" "April 17," Trudy answered. I broke down on April 9, so that meant I'd spent eight days crying. I became frantic. "Did I miss the funeral?" I asked anxiously. Trudy shook her head. "Your Gran wanted to wait until you felt better," she explained. I sighed. I realized how bad I looked, and how hungry I was. "Hand me my soup please," I told her.
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