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warning: detailed descriptions of depression
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: UNEXPECTED
It's been three days since Emma got out of bed. The bedsheets were covered in sweat and the room was reeking of her scent. It was only on the second day that she had eaten a pack of gummy bears that was in her drawer for months. On the third day, she took a sip from a warm water bottle also on her nighstand, but regretted it because she hated warm water.
Nevertheless, she didn't get out of bed. She was too exhausted to do so. She lost count of the days since she actually moved around, though. Rafe messaged her the day prior to this one, asking where she'd been and all she said was that she was at home. She was annoyed with him for his tone from three days prior and for the fact that he made her kick her best friend out of her house.
Everyday, she would wake up to the photo of her, John B, and her father, and fall asleep to it. And everyday, she would cry herself to sleep after looking at the photo. Just the fact that John B was gone was too hard to process. She was lying to JJ. She didn't accept his death. She still couldn't process that he was dead. Her own brother? Dead? Alongside his girlfriend? Just because he murdered someone and couldn't own up to his actions? That was plain bullshit to her. She didn't believe he was gone, just like she didn't believe her father was gone, too.
However, as the third day began and as she consumed the sip of water, her stomach inflicted a lot of pain upon her body. She realized that she needed to get up as soon as she could because her stomach could not hold on forever.
Then she was back in her bed, full of sweat and body pain. "Fuck," she groaned, squirming on the bed from the throbbing pain in her stomach.
And eventually, she slept the pain off like she always did.
On the fourth day, someone walked in through the front door, causing her to wake up. "John B?"
Her bedroom door opened and she saw Kiara and Pope walk in. She was disappointed, her hopes crushed right in front of her. And she felt angry. Angry that people were here again. As soon as they walked in, their faces contorted into ones of disgust as they stepped out right away.
"Oh, oh, God!" Kiara pinched her nose, forcing herself into the room again. Pope mirrored her actions. "Your room stinks, Emma! When was the last time you took a shower?!"
Emma's eyebrows furrowed, feeling offended. "It doesn't stink, what are you talking about?"
"Uh, sure..." Pope uttered, his tone laced with concern. He looked at the messy room, the gummy bear pack thrown on the floor, the nearly-full water bottle on the nightstand, and the sweaty and messy bed with the phone lying on the edge. He then looked up at Emma, noticing her greasy hair, the sweat on her forehead, her dark circles, her slimmer face, and her puffy eyes from crying.
