It's been three days since my mother died, in those 72 hours I've only slept for three.
Mrs.O'Brien let me stay at her place for a while.
I'm currently watching the sun come up from the living room window. I couldn't sleep this night, last night was when I had three hours of sleep.
Dylan went to Kylie's last night, probably to screw around.
I wonder what having a sex life would be?
Eww never mind. I can't believe I just said that, ughh.
Mrs.O'Brien walks down the stairs.
"Get any sleep sweetie?" She asks me.
I shake my head no in response.
She seems sad at my response.
"Maddie, promise me you'll try to sleep." Mrs.O'Brien tells me.
"I'll try." I feel like she's the mother I never had. Mine was more worried of her drugs, than to care how her daughter was growing up.
I still feel like my mother's suicide could of been something to do with he fight my mother and her had.
"Okay, well Dylan will get back in the afternoon, just in time for him to take you to your hand appointment. I've got to work but tomorrow is a weekend." She kisses my forehead and goes to her car.
She's supper sweet, it saddens me too realize how my mother could of been like her, maybe if my father never left.
But that's just my thinking.
I drag myself into my room and look at the closet. Mrs.O'Brien left me some of Julia's clothes, it's a little big on me.
My lack of eating is the reason for this weight I have. Time flies when you're working or having to pick pocket.
I pick out an outfit to wear after my shower. I've gotten the hang of showering with my cast. It hasn't gotten wet, yet at least.
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I undress and step into the warm water. Wash my body one handedly and wash my hair too.
After the shower I get dressed in the clothes I picked out.
"Maddie!" Dylan must be here.
He calls me down and make my way down there.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"There's been a change of plans. See me and Kylie were going to book a hotel and go somewhere tonight, and-"
I interrupt him.
"And you won't be able to drive me to the appointment." I finish his sentence.
"Yeah, so I would suggest walking or maybe talking the subway." He crosses his arms.
"Okay." I shrug and walk back up the stairs.
"You're mad aren't you?" Dylan says.
I turn around.
"What makes you think that? I'm not your friend, nor you're sister so I don't think I have a reason to be mad. I was just asking for a favor." I purse my lips.
