You, Me and Summer -completed-

Fifteen

It was the numbing feeling that made me able to go to the funeral. It wasn't the nagging from my parents or the constant visits from Brysen that dragged me to the church that Friday morning, it was all me. At the service everyone around me cried, they did their mourning and paid their respects. My mum sobbed, no amount of tissues would be enough, and Brysen was beginning to bug me. I lied about using the bathroom to get away, if only for a moment. I knew Jocelyn would be mad at me for not leaning into those who were willing to support me, she always believed in peer support.

Standing there in front of her grave four days after the funeral I allowed myself to cry. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, I was supposed to have my best friend beside me still, not six foot under.

I heaved a sigh and kicked at the dirt before turning around and walking to my car. It pained me to use it, to see my car for all the memories it held. I wanted to bash it in that very moment, and I almost did.

"Young girl, taking it out on your car may help right now but it won't in the future." I glanced over my shoulder to see a lady around the same age as my mum.

"Why?" Was all I croaked out before falling weakly into my car, my head spinning.

"Oh dear." I heard the lady say, before she stepped towards me and held me up by my arm. "It really isn't the end of the world." She straightened me up and looked me in the eye, "thirty years ago I lost someone very, very close to my heart. And while it was hard for quite a while I'm still here."

"You just have to find the right way to deal with yourself, I locked myself away for a good three years." She chuckled and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. How did she know so much about my situation, I hadn't spoken many words.

"And when I say locked myself away I don't mean literally." She smiled at me before steadying me once more and walking into the cemetery.

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I sat in silence between my parents, who were busily talking with my new and improved 4.0 councillor. I had been through three, each one giving up on getting me to talk. My parents were beginning to get worried, I never left my room unless it was to go to therapy and I hardly ate anything, despite how many times I'd thrown up on an empty stomach.

I had to admit, I was hungry sometimes, but not hungry enough to leave my safe haven. My mother tried and tried to get me to eat, but it was rare to get water into me. I knew my body was beginning to fail, but that was the least of my worries.

"Bexley, how are you feeling today?" Dr Anderson asked, putting away his clipboard and looking at me then my mother who was worriedly looking at me. "The sun is shining, how about a walk." He suggested after getting a brief nod from my mum.

"No thanks." I mumbled before standing and going upstairs to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and closed my eyes, I was exhausted from absolutely nothing.

It was an hour before my mum came into my room, a tray of biscuits and a drink bottle tucked under her arm.

"No thanks." I mumbled, sitting up to make some room for her.

"It's not for you." She claimed, setting it down and taking a biscuit to eat. "But you really should eat, not consuming food or drink is affecting you so badly. You're getting so thin and pale, and it has already upset your cycle."

"How do you know about that?" I turned to face her and she raised an eyebrow.

"I'm your mother Bexley, I know several days before you." I screwed my nose up and buried my head in a pillow.

"Last time I ate it all just came up again."

"Child! You didn't tell me this!" My mum said sternly, she looked at me before reaching for the water bottle. "I want this empty by the time I get back, empty and in your body."

"What's water going to do? I'm just going to throw up water." But my mum wouldn't hear any of it, she rushed out of my bedroom and only a minute later did the engine of her car start.

I sighed, and started taking small sips of water.

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When my mum returned the water bottle was half empty, or half full, depends how you look at it. Like the lady at the cemetery I had locked myself away, and it had almost been a month. Brysen still showed up, not in hopes to see me but to talk to my parents, about me of course. And when my mum returned, she had Brysen.

"Thank you so much for telling me Brysen, it'll stay between you and I."

"What will?" I stepped through the doorway and into the kitchen where they both stood. Brysen turned to look at me so quick it almost looked like his neck was detachable.

"Bexley..." My name left his lips before he ran to me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I didn't return the hug and instead narrowed my eyes at my mum.

"Come on buttercup." My mum whispered, taking me away from Brysen who had a knowing look on his face. "We have some business to attend to."

It surprised me to find my mum taking me away from someone who she had been trying to get me to see. What also surprised me was when, once in my bedroom, my mum sat me down and rummaged through her bag, before pulling out a box.

That box, held something I had never thought about, something I didn't even want to know. But, unfortunately it all made sense. It all added up.

The throwing up, the constant need to throw up, my stomach, despite the lack of food, was no doubt more... Round.

And, after waiting fifteen minutes with my grip tightening on my mums hand increasing every ten seconds, all assumptions were put to rest.

I was indeed pregnant, and I didn't know for how long.

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4, only 4 more chapters left of You, Me and Summer.

Well... Did any of you see that coming? What do you think she's going to do about her situation now?

Byee xx