I thought it'd be fine. That it wouldn't bother me this much but it has. All I've worn for the past week is long sleeves and jeans. All I've done is lay in bed and cry. Nobody has come in, I haven't let them. Every morning Tally comes knocking on my door begging for me to let her in and tell her what's wrong, but I can't. I can't find the strength to get out of bed, let alone tell her what happened. I haven't eaten. This is the skinniest I've ever been. I've built up my walls so high now that I don't think anyone will be able to break them. I just feel empty.

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I think this is the shortest chapter ever xD Don't worry, there'll be an update shortly.