After my peaceful nap, I expected to wake up alone. I didn't, actually I woke up to a heated discussion.

"No, you're in jail! That means I don't have to pay you!"

"And you can't move your Bishop like that! There is a pawn blocking the way, don't you have eyes?"

Like what the actual fudge?

More than confused I try to take my surroundings in, or more what the hell all that talking is about.

In the middle of my room is a chess board and next to it a monopoly board.

What the heck?

"No this round, I'm out of jail, so you better pay."

"Of course I can move like that, that's the rules. You're just afraid you'll lose."

"Oh please-"

"What-" I wanted to ask what was happening but my voice decided to crack and no other sound left my mouth.

"Hope, good you're awake know, could you please tell Thomas he needs to pay me 160 dollars, he landed on my property."

"No Hope don't listen to him. He's in jail. And could you please tell him he can't move his bishop over his own pawn?"

I clear my throat. "What are you guys doing?"

"Monopochess."

"Chesspoly."

Is my brain not braining? I probably pulled a questioning face because they both start explaining again. 

"We were bored" Thomas starts. "Very bored." Elliot adds. 

"Obviously we didn't wanna leave you alone." "So we searched for something and found Monopoly." "And Chess."

My head kept turning from one boy to the other because they both kept switching the person who was talking. 

"Thomas took too long deciding which move he wanted to do next." Thomas interrupted him. "That's so not true!  You took way too long in choosing whether to buy a house or safe the money."

"Keep on telling yourself that. Anyway, that's kinda not the point. As you could hear" My brother was looking at me again. "We both got bored by the other person taking too long, so we mixed it up and played both at a time." 

"Exactly. And we called it Monopochess." Thomas, again, adds. 

"No, we call it Chesspoly!" 

"Could you both be quiet now?" I stopped their discussion before it could start. I don't have time for this. My head felt heavy and my thoughts were spinning.

"Sorry." They both say in unison. "Do you want to talk about it?" Elliot carefully asks.

"No."

Why would I? There's nothing to talk about.

One thing crosses my mind again.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Don't wait for me."

As I leave I also leave them behind in my room. But I trust them, so it's fine.

I have my own bathroom, which I'm very grateful for because I can search now. I never searched in here, only in my room.

This is my opportunity.

Drawer after drawer I flip over everything that crosses my fingers, creating a big mess everywhere.

I hold back a groan. Why can't I find one? It can't be that there's not a single one here.

The things start to fly around, landing on the floor.

"Hope you good in there? What're these noises?" I muffled voice reached my ears, making me stop in my tracks.

"Uh, nothing! Give me a second." Fast I stood up straight again.

My eyes cought my reflection in the mirror.

I was pale. Pale with a gray ish undertone. Dark circles were clearly visible under my eyes, even though I just woke up.

My hair was messy and dull. It looked thinner than usual.

Tears sprang in my eyes and out of frustration I pulled at the roots of my hair.

When I let go again, some strands were left in my hands. Thin, but more than normal.

I looked back in the mirror.

My cheeks were hollow. A sweat film formed on my forehead which made me look even more sick.

I was ugly.

Thinking back, I don't even remember the day I ate normal.

Hesitation made me stop for a second, nevertheless I lifted my shirt.

I must've lost weight. I'm skinny.

I don't look sick, but I don't think this is the most healthy shape I could be in.

What did I do?

Fast I pulled my shirt back down, brushed my hair and realized more strands got stuck in my brush.

The room was still a complete mess, though I just stepped into my room and shut the door fast so neither of them could look inside.

The board games were gone.

"You good?" Elliot asked. I just nod. "You look like you cried."

"Allergies." I lied.

I lied and I lied and I lied and it wasn't ending.

I've spun myself a web of lies and now I'm stuck in it. No escape.

Elliot gives me a look of concern which could mean he knows I lie. He doesn't say anything.

I could smile at them. Tell them I'm fine and that I'm hungry but the truth is I don't feel any hunger anymore.

The meals at the hospital were always served at the same time. And it didn't even matter what I ate, I just kind of shoved it down.

Didn't need more problems.

I want to excuse myself to the bathroom, but that's where I just came from.

I need a lie.

Lies, lies, lies.

It feels like I'm in a spiral. Going down and down and down. Or maybe not even moving out of place. Going in a circle.

Repeat and repeat and repeat.

Pills, pills, pills.

"I have an idea." I try to let it look like my face just lit up at an amazing idea.

I force a smile. Lie. But from the looks of their waiting, curious face expressions I they bought it.

"I'm going to the grocery store to buy some ingredients and I'll bake us something."

//°°\\

What an idea.

I do am wandering from aisle to aisle, looking for some stuff I need.

We probably have enough at home, but I'll get some extras. Some sprinkles, chocolate chips and vanilla. Some new flour because I run out of flour fast.

One carton of milk, some cocoa powder and even cute pastel food coloring.

They both loved the idea and can't wait. The joy I always felt while baking is gone. Maybe it's never coming back.

It makes me feel so empty.

Once I paid with nervousness bubbling in my stomach I star walking again. Fresh air hits my face and I hope it'll cool down my nerves. Freeze my thoughts.

But it doesn't.

I shiver and make my way to the pharmacy. It's the only one in town, though luckily it's not far away from the grocery store.

A bell jingles above my head as I enter. Cold sweat forms on my palms.

I walk through some of the shelves and grab band aids. Everybody needs band aids. I also find a desinfection spray and just grab it as well.

I don't want to cause suspicion.

I find myself in front of a package. A familiar one.

Fast I grab it and make my way to the cashier. It's the same one.

I quickly place the items for him to scan and pull my hands away fast. They're shaking.

"Kid, do you got a prescription for this?" His sudden question makes me jump. "Sorry what?"

"I remember you buying this a while ago and this is a big package that usually lasts longer. So I'll need to see a prescription from your doctor."

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Uh... it's for my dad actually. He didn't got time to come so I'm here to buy them for him." I stutter.

"I'm sorry kid, but is still need a prescription for your dad." I sighs out, though it doesn't sound annoyed. "Do you maybe need help?"

A gigantic, uncomfortable shiver runs down my spine.

"No."

I slam some money on his counter and grab the stuff but he takes my pills out of reach and gives me look of pity. I don't need his pity.

With a frustrated groan I fast rush outside.

This didn't went as planned.

And it starts to feel bad again.

So, so bad.

//°°\\

A/n:

It's been WAY too long since I uptaded, but here it is.

I don't got the energy to look for mistakes so please correct me if I did any!

Also, I kinda feel like this isn't going anywhere but I'll try my best.

Have a good day or rest of it!

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