"Alright," he says softly. "I'll let you eat your food, do you want me to turn the TV on?"
I nod.
He leans over me and grabs the remote off the bedside table. He turns the TV on and passes the remote to me. "Netflix and stuff is already downloaded onto it. I made an account for you."
"Thanks." I mumble, laying back down. He sets my plate on my lap before standing and leaving.
I sigh as I turn a show on.
•
"Good morning." My father says tentatively as he sets a cup of tea on my bedside table.
I glance at it, then back at the TV. I've been awake for an hour. He smiles at me.
"Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?"
"Mhm." I mumble.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes." I say.
He nods. "Okay." He says softly. "Do you want some breakfast?"
"No." I reply.
"Alright. You can eat in a few hours." He says. "Do you need anything else?"
"No." I repeat.
"Okay." He says. "Just message me if you do. I'll come check on you soon."
He walks over to the door and leaves. I tilt my head back and look at the ceiling as the door closes behind him.
•
I sneeze three times. I think I've stopped for a moment when I sneeze two more times. Then it stops.
I climb out of bed on shaky, tired legs and go over to my door. I pull it open and walk out into the hallway. I walk down it, then to the bottom of the stairs.
I don't know where I'm going. But that room is too stuffy, and I need to stretch my legs a little. I walk into the empty kitchen, then turn around and leave. I'm not hungry, and there isn't anything I want in there. I make my way toward the living room instead, which is also empty.
I sit on the couch, crossing my legs. I sniffle.
The TV has been left on, so I lean back onto a pillow and watch it, my throat starting to ache. I shouldn't gotten a water while I was in the kitchen.
"Celine?"
I turn around to look at Julien. His eyebrows are furrowed as he walks over to me.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
I roll my eyes. I'm getting sick of people asking me that. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" He asks, sitting on the couch beside me. He tilts his head. "You look pale."
I scowl. "You look like a clown."
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Teen FictionCeline Monet has lived alone with her mother ever since she was five, when her parents got a divorce and only one won custody over her. But finally, eight years later, her father wins shared custody. After moving across the country and settling...
