Is This The End?

Chapter 5

I woke up in an empty room once again.

Weeks had passed since the time that Emelia had yelled at me. We hadn't talked much since then. She was cold and stayed away from everyone. Her fake politeness had faded into the distance she kept from us all. She especially stayed away from me. It was weird sharing a room with someone who was pretending that I wasn't real, except for when she needed to speak to me. I tried talking to her, but she wouldn't budge. At some point, I just gave up. It wasn't my battle to fight.

I woke up, got ready and then walked into Andrew's room. Looking at his clock I saw that it was 9 am. I had slept in, but it didn't matter much since I had nothing to do today.

He was sitting on his bed playing Xbox. I walked over and flopped head first into his pillow.

"Well good morning to you," he said chuckling.

I groaned at him. "Everything sucks. I just want to go back to sleep."

"Did you take your pill yesterday?" He asked with a concerned look.

I thought for a moment before I realized that I did not take my pill. "Oh shoot. No, I didn't," I said hoping he wouldn't be mad.

"Go take it now and hide the one from yesterday. You wouldn't want to get in trouble," he said, prompting me to get up. He never broke eye contact with his game that he was intently focused on. It was nice how he cared for me, but sometimes it seemed like he cared too much. At times I wondered if he thought of me as more than a friend.

I walked out of the room and into the kitchen where Emelia was sitting at the table drinking tea. She barely glanced at me before looking back down at her tea. I was going to say good morning to try and break this awkwardness, but I realized that it probably wasn't worth it. She seemed to have no interest in any of us and I don't know why, but it wasn't my job to find out. She laughed and joked a couple of times with the other housemates, but to me she was a brick wall.

Whatever.

I walked past her to grab both of my pills from the pill box. I threw one of them out and swallowed the other one.

I quickly walked around Emelia and back to Andrew's room. I flopped down on his bed once again. This time I was face up so that I could speak.

"Ugh. Emelia is so cold. I really don't understand what's up with her," I whined out because I was annoyed by that point.

"Dude, she's really cold with everyone, but especially you. Did you do something? Her nice facade disappeared and she acts like a ghost now," he responded.

"I don't know... I don't really care," I said annoyed. I understand why he cares but I don't. She's probably mad at me for trying to comfort her and if that's how she wants to play this, then I'll let her.

"Maybe you should just talk to her," he suggested.

"And say what?" I asked. "I already tried and she basically just ignored me," I continued.

"Okay well, have you tried apologizing?" he asked, looking at me now. I could see he already knew the answer to this question.

"No..." I trailed.

"Okay, so maybe you should go do that," he said, still looking at me.

"I didn't do anything wrong though. I just asked if she was okay," I responded. "Maybe I pushed too hard."

I looked at him with an annoyed expression and he gave me a soft smile. I hated when he did that because of course I was going to do whatever he asked.

"Fine. I'll apologize to her now, but if she doesn't at least listen, then I'm not going to try again," I said getting up.

He nodded at me and I left his room to find Emelia, who was still in the kitchen. She was washing her mug now, so I stood around waiting for her to finish.