Emotionless | DAERIN

9: new relationships

I went straight to my room, sat on my bed, and started sketching in my book after school was out. I needed to get everything out of my system somehow, and art was the best thing for me to do right now.

I had no clue what I was drawing, but I didn't care. I didn't have any intention of looking at any of it anyway, so once I was done sketching or painting a picture, I would immediately tear it out of my book, crumple it up, and throw it on the ground. I continued doing this numerous times.

I ended up losing track of time, spending hours doing the same pattern repeatedly, not getting tired, that is until my mom hollered my name to come and eat, which shook me out of my trance.

I sighed, closed my book, got up off my bed, and walked out of my room, stepping on the wads of paper in the process.

"About time you came out," my mom said, smiling and looking at me, who was standing at the table, as she and Dad were eating dinner. "I've been hollering your name for five minutes," she said, still looking at me.

I sighed and sat down. "You never once thought to come to my room and check on me?" I said harshly as I made my plate, even though I wasn't in the mood to eat.

My mom's smile fell. "I didn't really think about it," she said. I mentally rolled my eyes. She never thinks about things... it kind of reminds me of Danielle.

"So, will Danielle be joining us tonight?" my dad asked. I looked up and glanced at both of them. She's the last person I want to see.

"No, not tonight. She said she was busy with schoolwork and helping with things at home," I said, lying to them.

They stared at me, studying me, then continued eating. "That's a shame," my mom said as she was shoveling food into her mouth. My dad nodded his head in agreement, then looked up at me again and cleared his throat.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. I got a call from your therapist right after you rudely left in the middle of your session," he said, glaring at me. "Anyway, she said that she's been seeing improvements in you and that whenever you want, you can stop going to therapy. Isn't that good news?" He asked, looking at me and Mom, smiling.

I sat there playing with my food, then looked at them. "Now it'll be less of a pain waking up early in the mornings on Saturday." They both just smiled and continued eating. "Well, I'm done eating," I said, getting up from my seat.

"But you didn't even touch your food," my mom said with furrowed brows.

"I wasn't that hungry," I answered, looking at them and turning to head back to my room.

"Okay, well, good night then," my mom said to me as I walked down the hall and turned to my right into my room, shutting the door behind me.

I made my way to my bed, sat on it, and started thinking about what my dad said: no more therapy because I'm getting better... but I don't feel better.

I ignored my thoughts and decided to go back to drawing until I fell asleep from boredom, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

* * *

"Hey, weirdo... hold up!" A voice hollered at me from down the hall. I stopped in front of my locker and turned to see who it was. Soobin.

I watched him shoving his way through students, knocking some to the ground, which he laughed at, until he made his way to me.

"Hey, little shit," he said, putting his arm over my shoulder, smiling as he ruffled my hair. I shoved him off of me, looking at him.

"What do you want, Soobin?" I snapped, getting annoyed.