Broken

Chapter Five: Sometimes it's the Small Things that Break People

Daya's POV:

I stare up at the ceiling of my room. I sigh as I start to think about everything that's happened over the past week. Angie yelling, then Camden asking why she yelled, and then them making up. And then Jasmine and Bosco going on a break.. and then making up.

I didn't do anything significant. I was feeling tired. I didn't wanna get up. I still didn't. But I did get up sometimes. I don't like to get up. It requires leaving my bed. I haven't wanted to leave my bed in a while. I don't know why. It's stupid.

Sure, I helped Coco and Jazzy make up, but it was only cause I didn't want Coco destroying herself. And if I didn't intervene, she would. I didn't want Coco to do that. It would hurt me, and Camden, and Angie, and Willow, and Deja and even Jazzy. I knew it would.

Angie wants Camden to get better. Angie wants Camden to stop getting sick all the time and stop overworking. I wanted that too. Camden had become so sickly. I didn't like that she had become so sick. It wasn't right. She just wasn't supposed to look like that!

I was scared to find out why Camden was doing this to herself. I was scared to find out what caused her to become so sick. Her body looked as if it was consuming itself. I didn't like it. It scared me. Camden didn't look like that before...

No person, at least no healthy person, was supposed to look like that! It wasn't right, it was just... Wrong! She had become so pale, I didn't like it. She had become white as paper. I didn't like how pale she was. It was scary. I was worried about her. Really worried.

I slowly sit up, my bed urging me to lay back down. I can't sit up very long as I end up laying back down. I feel so tired and I can't figure out why. I don't like it. I'm so tired. I don't know why I'm so tired today.

I don't like being tired. I used to be so full of energy. And now I'm just always tired. I can't get up and do things like I used to. It always takes so much out of me to get up and I do a half assed job at everything I do.

I roll out of bed, doing everything in my power not to topple onto the floor. I feel like crying. I don't know why. I wanna cry but I have no reason to. I go downstairs and open the fridge. We're out of my favorite snack.

That was somehow enough to make me burst into tears. I couldn't stop crying, and I don't know why. I feel so stupid for crying over something as trivial as this, but I just can't stop crying. I want to stop though, but I just can't make the tears stop, I don't like it.

I hear someone come downstairs. I don't care. I just wanna cry. I can't stop myself. Everything was just too much for me to handle now. I couldn't stop the tears. The person who came downstairs was Willow. I look up at her, sniveling. She pauses.

"Daya, what's wrong?" Willow asks, I rub my eyes, trying to regain any kind of composure. I couldn't do it. The tears just wouldn't stop. I reach for Willow, hiccuping as I do so. She takes my hands and helps me stand up. I snivel as sit down, shaking. She sits too.

"We don't... Don't have anymore of my pudding... Someone took the last one!" I snivel, squeezing Willow's hand. I know this was a silly thing to cry over, but I couldn't help it. Those were my pudding cups! They had my name on them, for fuck's sakes! Willow looks confused.

"Daya... You're crying over not having your pudding? I'm sorry, but that's so dumb. You can't always have what you want. Sorry." Willow spoke, getting up and going back upstairs. Did she fucking think I didn't know that it was stupid? Of course I knew it was fucking stupid!

I heard someone come downstairs. This time it was Camden. She still looks sick, but she looks a bit better. She had a nap earlier, so that may have something to do with it. She looks at me, I notice her nose is still read. She comes over to me, confused.

"Daya, you look like you've been crying! What's wrong? Was someone mean to you? What happened?" Camden rambled. I took a shaky breath. I don't know if she would snap at me like Willow did or if she would try to help. But regardless, I decided to tell her anyways.

"All my pudding is gone.. Camden, someone stole MY pudding! The damn cups had MY NAME written on them!" I ramble. Camden nods her head. She quickly fumbles her hand around her bag, before grabbing something and handing it to me with a small smile. It was her credit card.

"Take this and go buy some more! Don't worry about having to pay me back. Now that I think about it, I was probably the one who stole it. I didn't mean to upset you, I was just really hungry!" Camden rambled. I couldn't be mad, after all, she was letting me use her money to get more.

"Thanks Cam... And I'm not mad at you. It's alright. Just check to make sure it's okay next time." I tell her. She nods at me before going back upstairs.

I go over and grab my jacket, slipping the card into the pocket and zipping the pocket up before going outside. It's cold out. It may start snowing. Or raining. I'm never sure. I go into the car and turn it on. I think about what Willow said, but I don't think Willow was being fair to me.

Sometimes it's the small things that break people.