Fee groaned, shoving her face further into her pillow. Her alarm continued to blare in her ear, forcing her to wake up for school. Her tangled hair fell in front of her face once she sat up, rubbing her tired eyes. Her sheets were sprawled everywhere; she always moved around in her sleep, it was a problem.
Letting out a long sigh, she turned off her alarm, debating wether or not to sleep throughout the day. She decided against it due to finals coming up in a few weeks.
It had been a terrible week for the brunette and it was only Thursday. Throughout the week, Fee had actively avoided her old friends. She didn't know what to think of the whole situation. Her heart begged to hear them out, but her brain knew better. This pain she was experiencing seemed to break her heart worse than any breakup she had been through.
What seemed to be the worst out of the whole situation was the fact that they ignored the girl as well- not sparing a single glance towards her. Fee laughed at the thought, her whole life was a complete shit show. In the blink of an eye, she let go of the best thing that has happened to her; yet, she couldn't help but feel almost guilty for being the reason for the current situation she was in.
On Monday, she stuck closely to Yuji, Nobara and Megumi. During Government class, every muscle in Fee's body forced her to not glance over at the three, which physically and mentally drained her. Her friends quickly picked up the awkward tension between the girl and the group, but thankfully, they didn't push the topic.
In calculus, Lola and Toji waltzed in, taking a seat on the other side of the room from her, not even glancing over at the brunette. It was as if Fee dreamed the past few months, waking up only to realize they had never met. The thought brought Fee to tears every night, wallowing her restless body in self-pity.
She felt as if her body was in autopilot, dragging her worn out body towards the bathroom. Fee couldn't even bring herself to take note of her appearance, she didn't care the whole week, she refused to look in the mirror. Her father would joke about how she looked, saying she "rolled out of bed," but Fee shrugged, she was too exhausted to care.
Fee shrugged her backpack onto her shoulder, putting her earbuds in as she strolled into the kitchen. Music had become her escape the past week. Once she stepped into the kitchen, her father smiled widely, handing her a plate of scrambled eggs- her favorite food in the mornings, but her stomach refused.
"Hey pumpkin, I made your favorite," He grinned, placing the plate in front of her. Fee stared blankly, almost feeling repulsed by the sight.
Her father's concern grew with each day, realizing something was indeed wrong. The night before, he sat down on her bed, trying to comfort her. Fee desperately wanted to tell someone, but with something so serious and illegal, she didn't want to drag her father into it.
"I'm not hungry," Fee softly said, feeling her stomach rumble.
Fee's father was about to argue, but the girl mumbled a 'see you later', turning her movements towards the front door.
The temperature rapidly dropped throughout the week, making Fee dread her long walks to school. She desperately needed to save up for a car. She shrugged off the cold, feeling the harsh wind slap the cold against her bare legs. Crossing her arms across her chest, she continued her path towards her personal hell.
The next song played inside her earbuds, 'making the bed' by Olivia Rodrigo. Fee had taken comfort in sad music this past week. She let out a chilled breath, visibly able to see her breathing. She clung her jacket closer to her body, hoping for some heat. Fee internally cheered, taking in the sight of her gothic school that wasn't that much further from where she currently was. She knew she could count on the heaters blasting in school.
