Luke’s P.O.V.
I walked up to Skip’s house and rang the doorbell. It’s been ten days since I’ve seen Daniel; he hasn’t contacted any of us or left the house. The boys and I are starting to get worried about him. After a minute on waiting Daniel’s mom finally opened the door.
“Hi Mrs. Sahyounie” I greeted.
“Hello Luke, Skip’s in his bed” She downcasted.
I made my way through the corridor and up the stairs until I reached Skip’s room. I stood outside the room and knocked on the white colored door. There was no answer so I just walked in.
“Daniel?” I questioned peaking around the door.
“Hmm” He breathed.
I walked into the room, it was dark; the blinds were down so no light was coming in and his bed was a mess. The room was a mess; there were cups all over and food that wasn’t even eaten on the bed side table. I moved around the room until I saw the chair by the desk, I then sat down. We sat there in silence for a few moments until it was broken.
“Why do you miss a person?” Skip questioned
“Well that’s simple, it’s because you became so used to .the idea of having the person around or talking to them frequently so when you stop you feel empty like a part of you is missing” I explained
He said nothing only shifted. He was now looking up at the ceiling.
“You’re the only one Luke” He told.
“I’m the only one what?” I wondered.
“The only one that came or even tried to get in contact with me, thank you” He commented.
I smiled at his comment. I stayed a little while longer and only briefly he’d talk to me, we’d mostly not talk, just sit and stare into the distance. Daniel is truly hurt he is trying to isolate himself from the world; he thinks it will help but it’s just making it work. I finally got up and walked toward the door, before exiting the room said to Daniel, “Don’t over think things; it will only make you hate yourself even more. Thinking is the worst thing a person can do to them.”
Skip’s P.O.V.
“Don’t over think things; it will only make you hate yourself even more. Thinking is the worst thing a person can do to them.” Is all Luke said before he left. He was right, thinking was killing me.
It has been over a week since me and Bella last talked. Ten days, two hundred forty hours, fourteen thousand four hundred minutes and eight hundred sixty four thousand seconds. I’ve been counting and it’s driving me crazy; I haven’t moved from my bed since then I haven’t even eaten or checked my phone. I don’t even sleep anymore I just sit and stare at the walls and think.
For once in the past ten days I got out of bed and opened the shades, it’s raining outside. I stood there looking out of the window watching the rain hit the earth, I then moved around the room tidying and making sure everything was in their exact spots. When done I made my bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen with my dirty plates and cups. Once in there I dropped everything in the sink and walked out the door, my mom was standing in the other room shocked to see me; I gave her a weak smile and walked back up the stairs and into my bathroom. I stripped from my sweats and t-shirt and hopped into the shower.
