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I was lying diagonally on my bed, staring up at the ceiling fan.

Turning

Turning

Turning

It has been at least two weeks since my last visit with Luke. Five days since I last charged my phone. And three weeks since I last saw my friends. I have no idea what has happened to me. I have no idea even if the boys are okay, if Luke is awake. I know nothing And I'm starting to lose all will to even get up and shower.

I feel like shit constantly. Even my mother has stopped coming to check on me. She just brings me food and water because i won't get up to eat or drink.

I turn my head to look at my floor with all the scattered cups and plates everywhere. Mostly with half eaten sandwiches and quarter filled cups with water or juice.

My cat is the only one who really stays. I've lost friends. My bestfriend has stopped talking to me. The boys have stopped talking to me. My father thinks this is a cry for attention.

There are pictures of him and I scattered on my bed around me. Tear stained most of them.

You know what, today is gonna be different. It is time to stop feeling sorry for myself. The world doesn't revolve around me, it never has.

Using all the strength I have, and hoisted my self up off my bed. I plugged my phone in, it immediately coming to life. I set it back down on the dresser and continued to picked up the plates and cups and balanced them and made my way downstairs. I liked at the stove clock, it reading 12:36 p.m.. My mother and father are at work.

I went back upstairs and showered, and got dressed.

I got myself into my car and decided not to bring the box and go to the hospital that that's going to be my last stop.

First stop, Michael Gordon Clifford.