~Faith~

Days fly by. I go to school, sit in class, come back home, sleep. Tyler checks in on me every now and then, and tries to get words out of me. It's pretty pointless though. Forming coherent sentences is too much work.

I avoid Elliot, mostly. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because I see hope in his eyes, that I'll get better. Maybe I'm too afraid to disappoint him. Maybe he's better off without my baggage.

Too many maybes to bother about, and I don't have it in me to bother anymore.

Dad isn't really concerned. He's happy I'm spending time in my room. He believes I'm studying for entrance examinations.

Mostly though, I flick through old memories trying to see exactly what point I started slipping down this slope. Maybe it was when Aai died. Maybe it was when Dad changed. Maybe it was... Too many maybes to matter.

I lie in bed and feel myself sinking deeper into the mattress, feeling my weight grow and feeling the gravity try to pull me through. Maybe I'm just procrastinating death at this point.

~Elliot~

Faith doesn't talk to me anymore. I've been carrying the project work myself. I thought we were friends, but she closed up to me. I don't understand how to fix it. I'm tired of approaching her and getting shut down.

I think she's suicidal again.

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