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36|| Your Hate For me is Like an Episode of Tom and Jerry

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Chapter 36: Your Hate for me is Like an Episode of Tom and Jerry

I will stop loving you the minute Tom actually catches Jerry, cooks him and eats him for dinner.

~Starlight24

"Hey, Sweetie," came Mom's soothing voice from my bedroom door. "How are you feeling?"

I grunted in response. "Meh."

"How's that arm holding up?" she asked, motioning towards my arm which now had a metal rod inside instead of a proper bone. Surprisingly enough, it didn't feel that different, but it definitely took some getting used to.

"I feel like a meta human, thanks," I replied emotionlessly, just my head popping out of the mess of my huge, lumpy comforter, empty ice cream tubs, CD boxes, candy wrappers, stuffed toys and tissues.

To all the health fanatics out there, suck it up.

"It's a great thing your left hand is okay, right?" she asked, trying and failing to make conversation with me.

Pretty much nobody had been able to succeed in more than two sentences from me ever since the Max incident happened.

I shrugged noncommittedly. "I guess."

"What are you watching this time?" Mom asked, peering into my room and looking at the blaring screen in front of me that was playing some movie I'd lost interest in ages ago.

"Some stupid romcom," I said honestly, fixing my own gaze on the TV where there was some red headed actress who was currently squealing in a pond fully clothed for no apparent reason.

Or maybe there was a reason, but I couldn't bring myself to bother enough to actually care.

"You need to... get out and get some sunshine," Mom said cautiously, and it wasn't like she hadn't tried bringing it up before.

It had been two weeks since Max had gotten into that accident, and I had read that fated text that ruined everything: his life and my sanity.

Nothing had happened since then. I'd call Mrs. Edmonds every day for an update and I got the same response: state is co.

Max was still unconscious, and everyone had gotten back to their regular lives. Well, everyone minus me.

It wasn't like people had tried to get me out of bed. I just didn't want to. Luckily for me, my lack of movements was making my leg heal a lot faster because I wasn't straining it.

I would just sleep, eat, watch some dumb movies that I couldn't give a damn about, cry, and repeat.

"Can you open the curtains?" I asked, and she raised an eyebrow but didn't question me. She went and opened the curtains, and then I smiled knowingly. "See? Sunshine."

Mom sighed loudly. "You need to go out. Yeah, I know all of this has been especially hard on you, but sometimes you just really need to move on with your life when there's nothing you or anyone can do. Honestly, at this moment, all we need to do is pray for the best and leave it to fate to decide what's going to happen, alright Honey?"