Hello Neighbor: Hidden Shadows: Unofficial AFK Book

CHAPTER 14

   I guess I shouldn't be surprised by now. Aaron and Mya are gone, I just got diagnosed with PTSD and depression a few days ago, and I still feel dull. In fact, I feel terrible. That's all I've really felt for this past month I've been back. 

   Sleep has been put on hold for a while, because every time I do, I have a nightmare, so all I can do is lay myself out across my floor or my bed, doing nothing that interests me. Nothing interests me anymore, as a matter of fact. It's like something in Raven Brooks wants be to suffer like this. Some type of entity is just here watching me lose my sanity.

   Everyone else just seems to casual about things like this. I haven't seen my friends in days, if they want to see me anymore. The only people that I've spoken to are my parents, who've kept by my side the most ever since.

   They've cancelled work trips to stay home with me, which relieves me, but they really haven't helped this dull feeling. Every day, the same stone keeps sinking deeper and deeper in my stomach, aching in pain every day, just waiting to dissolve any second now. Mya's funeral is this Sunday, and I'm more nervous than ever.

   "Hey Narf," Dad says, peaking the door. I don't answer, only leaving my face buried into my pillow deeper. I don't feel like talking right now. I haven't said a single thing to anyone since the day I saw Mya's corpse. All I feel is nothing. Then I feel a weight pressing against the other end of my bed.

   "How ya feeling?" Dad asks. I don't know if I want to answer that, really because it doesn't sound like he wants to know how I actually feel. I sigh, just to show him that I'm still alive, or maybe I still don't know what else to do right now.

   "So, you're mother made breakfast. Waffles, your favorite," Dad says. I wish waffles could make me feel better. I guess I could try at least to not drag out everyone's mood.

   "C'mon. Might make you feel a little better," Dad convinces. I then pull my face out from in between my pillows, then waddling downstairs, seeing Mom doing something at the stove again. Without saying a word, I slide into a chair, planting my cheeks into my hands. Mom places a plate of waffles in front of me.

   "How are you feeling?" Mom asks. I shrug my shoulders in response, simply to imply that I don't know how I really feel. She only ruffles my hair. I take a bite of my waffles, which feels like there isn't a taste present, but I keep eating because I'm hungry. But at the same time I don't feel like it.

   "You can talk to me, honey. I know you're not feeling the best right now," Mom says.

   "What if I don't to talk about it," I mumble under my breath, in a seemingly attitude-esque tone. For some reason Mom doesn't even acknowledge my tone, only relaxing her face. I see dad coming downstairs from the corner of my eyes. I keep my eyesight on him, half-staring at him through his eyes. They've tried to talk to me these past three days, but I usually just stay silent, hiding my face and my real feelings.

   I don't know if I should really trust them to talk to about this. All I've been thinking about is Mya and Aaron, but Mostly Mya, who I'll never see again.

   "We have to go shopping, for clothes," Dad says, grabbing a jacket from the closet, despite the fact that it's 70 degrees outside.

   "Do I have to go?" I ask mournfully. Mom and Dad just look at me like I did something again.

   "I guess that means that I really don't have a choice, do I?" I ask.

   "Shower, put on some clothes. We leave at 11:00," Mom replies in a more serious tone, before leaving upstairs, leaving Dad and I down here. I haven't funny finished by waffles, and I'm stuck on if I want to finish them or leave them here.