DIFFERENT (sequel to mutant)

Falling apart

It was horrid around here without Kent. He wasn't here to make me laugh or tell me tomorrow would be better, like he always had. I had basically become a walking zombie. All I wanted to do was sit in bed, eat, and watch movies.

The only person who saw through my fake smile was Hank. He truly worried about me. I always pushed away his help because all I needed was some space and time.

There has been three other drafts since the first one. Almost all of our male students were gone. Gone to fight in that wretched war.These events were just depressing me.

It was a Friday. I sat on my bed eating some pretzels and watching a movie, in the dark. Then I heard a knock at my door.
"Yes?" I yelled.
"Can I come in?" Alex asked. I didn't answer.
"You know what, I'm not waiting on an answer." Alex said bursting through the door.

I paused, a pretzel in my hand about to go into my mouth.
"Are you okay?" Alex asked taking the pretzel from my hand and popping it into his mouth.
"Well now I'm not! You stole my pretzel!" I joked playfully pushing him.

He sat on my bed with me putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Don't be sad." Alex said.
"Easier said than done." I replied feeling like there was a rock in my throat.
"Why?" Alex simply asked.
"Why what?" I replied.
"Why are you sad?" Alex wondered.
"Because everyone is leaving. I've lost too many people to count. If I lose another one I'm not sure I'll make it." I explained.

The next day there was another draft. This was the fifth one. Just like the rest everyone gathered around the staircase.

My brothers and I stood against the back wall, Alex grabbed my hand and began rubbing it. He knew I get anxious and stressed during these.

Charles started reading off names. None of them meant a thing to me. Just words without meaning. I didn't know any of them. I stayed in my room, one because I was sad, two because I didn't want to become friends with anyone and then have them be taken away.

I was starting to completely zone out, until Charles paused. I knew it wasn't the end of the list. Charles started stuttering the beginning of the name.
"Al-Al-Ale-Al-Ale-Al-Al-Alex."

Alex dropped my hand. Then everything became blurry. I started to shake and my breaths became quick and short. I fell to the floor. I could hear Hank's voice in the distance, but it was like it was in a different language. I frantically moved my hands on the wall. Basically freaking out. Then I grabbed my knees and started crying.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and a persons voice. The one thing I heard was relax. Then I passed out.

Hi, guys I'm just really sad and depressed right about now, which I guess inspired this chapter.

Could you guys cheer me up? Please?
It would mean the world to me. Thank you.