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It’s been five days since Michael has left, and all I feel is numbness. I feel hollowed out to the core, like my heart was literally ripped from within me and smashed to pieces. The one thing I keep asking myself is, why? Why did he leave me? For my own good, because he was tired of me, because he really didn’t love me? All these thoughts keep swirling throughout my mind and cause my heart to break just a little bit more. As if it isn’t ripped to shreds as it is. The passed five days all I’ve been doing is staying in my room, in bed, in my pajamas, under the covers, in the dark. I don’t remember the last time I had a proper meal or a shower. I physically feel like I can’t remove myself from my bed, it hurts too much. It hurts so bad I can’t walk or function like a normal human being. Ricky has been coming to check on my periodically throughout the days I’ve spent holed up in here. I can tell he’s dying to ask me what’s made me so upset, but is respecting my time of grievance, though he doesn’t know what for. My parents still don’t know I’m home and I’d like to keep it that way, at least until I’m over this. I don’t want them seeing me this way. They’ve already been through enough, especially my father. Not even twenty minutes after I’d waken up from my elongated nap did I hear a knock at the door. I just ignored it, thinking Ricky would figure I was sleeping or get the hint that I didn’t want to talk right now. But no, the knocked picked back up not even a minute later. With a worn out drained sigh I said,
“What?” My own voice even sounded foreign to me.
“Kris? Can I come in? There’s someone here who’s demanding to see you. He said he knew you when you were away.”
I knew by the word ‘away’ he meant kidnapped.
“Ricky, I don’t want to see anybody.” I said in a detached dead voice.
It was horrifying how quickly I was spiraling down, becoming nothing but a soulless, heartless shell.
“Kristen, please. I want to help you but I don’t know what to do, I feel helpless and you wont tell me what’s wrong. It’s hurting me to see you like this.” Ricky said with distress and desperation in his voice.
I felt horrible putting him through this, he’ already been through enough these pasted couple of months, and now I’m only adding to it. So, with little tone and quality in my raspy voice I managed to sigh out a, “Fine, come in.”
Not even five seconds later the door creaked open to reveal my clearly worried and distraught brother. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days and from the scruff on his face it appears he hasn’t been taking care of himself either.
“How are you today?” Ricky asked in a cautious tone, probably knowing what I was going to say.
“Fine.” I replied in a distant voice looking straight ahead, not wanting to see my brother stressing so much over me.
“Do you want anything to eat? Drink? Maybe some light?” He asked walking over to the curtains at the right of my bed.
“No!” I quickly answered. “Do not open the curtains.”
