#4.0
Stares and whispers followed me throughout the hallway. However, only a few people were kind enough to talk to me, to offer me sympathy. Although, that's not what I wanted, at least I knew there were some people that cared.
I wanted someone to come up and tell me they were my friend before I lost my memory, that they knew the old Delanie and they wanted to help me get my memory back. Or, they just wanted me to have someone to talk to.
But, no. People would rather point and stare than interact with me. They'd rather make a spectacle of me rather than a friend out of me. And, I think that stung most of all. Not only did I have no sense of self identity, but I was so alone in the crowded hallways.
Was this how Deli felt after she slapped Angie? When Essa and the others walked away? How could someone live like this?
I had to have had someone, right?
"Delanie?"
I turned to find my brother. His bag rested on his shoulder, an express full of pity in his face.
"How are you holding up?"
I shrugged, turning away. "Fine, just fine." And I was already telling lies.
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