The Life Changing Vacation

~Chapter 42~

The next day

Dory's POV

I woke up around 10:30 am, Kristina had already woken up and went downstairs. When I came downstairs, I could see Kristina being social with Alex and Joanna.

"Kristina, can I talk to you?", I asked when I came into the living room.

We went upstairs so that we could talk.

"Kristina, this isn't you", I told her.

"What do you mean?", she asked.

"Stop acting happy! You're doing this to forget your dead parents, aren't you?", I asked.

"Why talk about them? People die, we move on", she told me.

"You need to stop hiding your emotions, I know you haven't moved on! I'm not stupid", I explained.

"Just stop!!", she screamed and wiped a tear.

I didn't know what to say or do..

"I don't care anymore", she said as she walked out of the room.

It was so different to see her like this. I thought I was the one who didn't care. I really don't know what to do anymore, I feel we both have changed.

Kristina's POV

When I came downstairs, I met Alex and Joanna right down the stairs.

"Are you okay? We heard you scream", Joanna told me as I wiped my tears.

"I-I'm okay", I answered and tried to turn around and go upstairs again. But she grabbed my hand.

"We know you're not okay", she said and pulled me close to her.

"It's called fake happiness", I could hear Dory tell them.

"Why? Why did you tell them?", I asked.

"Because you took them from me.. you've been so much social with them lately, and I feel lonely", she explained.

"We know she's faking it", Alex told us.

"Wait, what?", Kristina said.

"You switched personality so quickly. And that's why we were so much together with you, because we know you're unhappy", he explained.

"You don't have to hide anything from us, you can talk to us whenever you need it and we're here for you", Joanna said.

"Thank you..", I whispered as I broke down.

"Do you wanna talk about something now?", she asked.

"I-I just need to be alone", I told them and went to the bedroom.

Joanna's POV

In the middle of the next night, I went downstairs to grab a glass of water. I met Kristina in the kitchen holding a knife, and I could see her face was full of tears.

"Wh-what are you doing?", I asked as I took the knife away from her.

She didn't answer. She just stood there staring down at the floor.

"Kristina... what are you doing?", I repeated.

"I-I can't take it anymore..", she answered.

"Honey.. talk to me", I said.

I grabbed her hand, and we sat down at the table. I could see her covering her hand with her hoodie. I knew that she had done something she shouldn't do.

"How long have you been doing this?", I asked.

"Always..since my parents died", she answered.

"Can you show me your hand?", I asked.

"It's not that bad..", she said as she pulled up the sweater from her hand.

She was right, it wasn't that bad.. but that little was enough.

"You won't feel better by hurting yourself", I told her.

I led her to her room and then I went to bed myself.