Y/N POV
I was frozen. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't walk. I couldn't talk. And I couldn't run. Which is what I want to do.
I was completely frozen...
I was freaking out inside. I could see her mouth moving. But I couldn't hear anything coming out of her mouth.
She tilled her head looking at me confused. Her mouth was still moving though. "Y/n." I heard her say as she finally stepped closer.
"Why are you crying?" She asked. Crying. I was crying. I didn't even notice.
Instead of answering her question I ran back to my room slamming the door which made Amaya jolt awake.
"What the hell y/n?" She she asked rubbing her face. The she saw my face. Her expression turned from a tired one to a really worried one.
"Y/n why are you crying?" She asked getting out of bed to hug me. She moved me over to the bed to sit down.
"Y/n." She said wiping my tears.
"My mom is back. And she's downstairs." I said crying into her shirt.
I didn't know what to do. Why is she here. She was downstairs cooking breakfast like it was a normal morning. Then she had the audacity to ask why I was crying. Right now I don't even want to be in my own home.
"She's back. What is she doing here?" Amaya asked running her fingers through my hair. She knows that makes me feel good.
"I don't know why she's here." I answered back.
"Do you want to take a break and come to my house for a few days?" She asked lifting my head off her chest.
I shook my head yes and put something I might need in a bag. After my that we made our way downstairs.
"Y/n where you going I made breakfast?" My mom asked.
I ignored her put my shoes on and made my way out the door.
When we made it to Amaya's house I felt a lot better. I come over Amaya's house a lot. Her family makes me feel special and safe.
I wish my family was more like Amaya's. Why can't my family be like theirs.
A/N
So I've been gone for a long time and tbh I don't have an excuse I'm just mad lazy. And this chapter is short because like I said I'm lazy and wanted to hurry and get a chapter out. Anyway I want to ask y'all a question. Does Tsukishima have an eating disorder. Because I heard some people say he had and eating disorder and I'm not sure so please tell me. Anyway bye.
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