Found | Shuri (Searchin' Sequel)

| S E V E N T E E N |

| Hazel |

"Hazel you've literally been in this bed for days." The sound of Riri's voice made me groan, snuggling into Shuri's jacket closer.

"Just leave me here... to die." I mumbled, throwing the covers over my head.

"This is so dramatic." She sighed, sitting down beside me on the bed. "Do you think Shuri's lying in her bed all depressed?"

"Yes."

Of course I didn't actually think that, but the thought was comforting.

"Well she's not, and you shouldn't be either. She was not your entire life."

"Basically." I argued, not removing my face from the jacket.

"Yeah, no. We're going out tonight."

"I don't wanna." I whined, finally pulling my face from under the covers and sitting up.

She sat there with her arms crossed over her chest and a determined look on her face.

"I'm not ready."

I wasn't. I had become so immune to being with her, I didn't know how to face the world without her anymore.

"Aw." She pouted, placing her hand on my leg. "You have two hours to be ready.." She smiled, hopping up from the bed and skipping out before I could think of a rebuttal.

It felt like I had gone through the five stages of grief in the small amount of time that had passed by.

Well, four. I hadn't quite reached the acceptance part yet.

First, I refused to accept the fact that we were over, holding on to very little hope that we would be back together sooner than I thought.

Then there was anger, so much of it. I was angry at myself for ruining this for me then I was angry at her for letting me go. I was angry at everyone, because they just had to play some kind of role in my suffering.

Then the bargaining part. If I could just have her back, I would be less insecure this time. I wouldn't ruin it for us. Obviously negotiating wasn't working out for me because now here I was at the depression point.

Sulking in my sadness and crying every chance that I could.

I was mourning a relationship that I had so much hope for, and it was taking a toll on me.

I sighed, removing myself from the bed that I had spent the past three days in. My bones ached as I stood, probably from the limited movement that they've had.

Surprisingly, my room was still neat and tidy but the smell coming from me not showering in days was definitely clashing with it.

My stomach growled, begging me for food since I had managed to neglect it along with many of my other needs.

I was just a mess.

I walked to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a birds nest on top of my head. Bags sat under my eyes that seemed to permanently be red.

I didn't recognize the person that was looking back at me.

I let out a sigh as I turned the knob on the shower, allowing the steam to fill the room. I stripped down, stepping inside of it.

The moment I closed my eyes, she invaded my thoughts. I wanted to feel her presence behind me again. I wanted her arms to be wrapped around me while she complained about how hot the water was.

95 percent of my shower was a crying session while the other 5 consisted of me actually washing.

I sat in front of the mirror, throwing some make up on my face then moved to my closet to find an outfit.