✧₊⁺ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ˎˊ˗ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ, ᴛᴍʀ ᴀᴜ .ᐟ { ON HOLD ! }

007

Lily hadn't left her room in two weeks.

She stayed in her room, she didn't eat, sleep, or talk to anyone.

Lucas would come into her room every once in a while to check on her.

But unlike what she would usually do, she would kick him out.

The blonde girl was getting worse and worse every day.

She would rarely go to school, too.

Thomas texted her.

A lot.

But she hasn't been replying.

He would come to her window at night to check on her.

Even Minho was worried.

Everyone was.

Lily wasn't okay, and she hadn't been for a while.

She felt like she wanted to die.

So instead of just killing herself.

She was dying slowly.

No food, no sleep.

And she was getting distant from people.

So that when she did die, it wouldn't hurt as much.

Her father wasn't showing any remorse.

He would yell at her to go to school, and he didn't even check on her.

Her mother was extremely worried, but she didn't do anything about it.

It's been getting worse.

And unlike last time, it was this bad.

She can't turn it off.

Thomas was extremely worried for the blond girl he had grown to love over the past few weeks.

He didn't know what had happened to her, she didn't talk to him.

She wasn't as energetic anymore.

The girl didn't even make jokes anymore.

Thomas saw, and he saw the dark circles under his eyes, how she had lost a lot of weight, the way her eyes weren't twinkling like they usually did, the way her blonde hair was always in a messy ponytail, how she didn't smile anymore.

He saw all of it.

Lily Whitlock had officially gotten tired of it all.

And no one could do anything to help her.

Thomas felt utterly useless.

Lily was tired.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

No one would miss you. She thought.

Her hair was a mess.

She looked terrible.

Her father had just gotten worse.

He didn't talk to her.

He yelled at her.

And it turns out it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

The young girl was cut out of her thoughts when her brother, like every other day, came to check in on her to ask if she was okay, even though she so clearly wasn't.

"Hey lils, you okay?" Lucas asked the blonde girl, who was lying on her bed eyes on the ceiling.

"I'm fine, get out," Lily said, not tearing her eyes away from the ceiling.

"Uhm okay well dinner is soon.. Are you gonna come to eat with us?" he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck as he looked at his younger sister. She looked worse than the last time he saw her. She was slowly getting worse and worse.

"I'm not hungry. I already ate." she lied. It was obvious she didn't eat.

"Okay." The boy sighed and walked out of her room.

At school, all Lily's friends missed her.

Especially Minho, even though he didn't show it, he was extremely worried for her.

Teresa looked sadder now that Lily didn't come to school.

Sonya and Harriet weren't as cheerful.

Thomas was a complete mess.

Newt wasn't okay either. He missed Lily a lot.

They all did.

Lily was always the one to make the group laugh. She was the most cheerful one.

And now she was gone.

The blonde who was lying on her bed wanted to disappear.

She wanted to just go.

Not run away.

Go, as in die.

She felt like no one would miss her like everyone would feel pity for a few weeks, then just move on.

Everyone dies anyway.

So what would matter if Lily died now?

She got up and went to the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror, disgusted by what she saw.

Her eyes were tired, and her dark eyebags surrounded her green eyes. Her hair was a mess. She looked like a ghost.

She sighed out loud and gently removed her clothes from her body.

She was going to take a bath.

No matter how it ended.

She opened the water, adjusting the temperature of it, then putting her right leg in first.

Then her left leg, and soon her whole body was underwater.

She didn't put her face underwater, though.

The blonde just enjoyed the water.

Maybe people would miss her.

She wasn't gonna do that to them.

So she didn't.