Food came but I didn't eat. The face in the mirror hunted me when ever I closed my eyes. The door opened, I knew who walked in.
"Go away." I told him quietly.
"I brought you some pink hair dye, it's darker then you usually have it but it's all what I could find." Dillon placed the box in front of me.
"Go away please," I told him, maybe asking nice would work.
"Not tell you eat your sandwich." I growled but stood up and grabbed the sandwich. As soon as I took the last bite he left.
"Good riddance," I said. I looked at the box, it would be nice to have pink hair again. I opened the box, I took a deep breath and began.
I looked in the mirror, my hair was dark hot pink. It was many shades darker then I was used to but it was still a color. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. I thought about my parents, would the miss me? I bet they were already back to working. I'm pretty sure that they worked so much so they didn't divorce. By working so much they could stay together for me, but they were killing me.
I let myself fall asleep, by I was plagued by dreams of Luke and my parents burning in a fire.
That I started...