(I THOUGHT I HAD FINISHED THIS RIP SORRY Y'ALL.)

I stopped going to school and rarely got out of bed for a week. My mom tried to get me out of bed many times but ended up giving up all together. All she does now is give me food.

I heard a knock on my door, I decided to stay silent, there was no need to say anything.

The person, who I thought may be my mom, walked in and sat on my bed. Once they sat down I realized it couldn't be my mom, it was heavier than her. I looked up curiously.

It was Josh, of course it was. Who else is mad enough to want to come over to my house. I started feeling like I was gross so I hid my face in my pillow.

"You can't stay here forever, you have to get up at some point." Josh mumbled, I felt his hand start to play with my hair.

"No I don't." I responded, trying to see if I could push myself farther into my bed.

"Come on," he moaned, "it has been a week. You need to get up. Take a shower at least, you smell bad and your hair is greasy." He took his hand out of my hair. I heard shuffling.

"Seriously, Tyler, this isn't healthy. A shower couldn't hurt. Just, please, for me. Take a shower for me."

I sighed heavily and got up. Before I left to take a shower I stared Josh dead in the eyes, "fine, I will. Just know it's only for you. Don't expect much else from me."

He nodded and slightly smiled, "thank you."

I nodded at him and headed into the shower. Quickly I sniffed my armpit. I really did need a shower.

For a second I could have sworn I heard Josh talking to someone about me and called me his pride and joy. Though I didn't have the marks to prove it.