Cant't Dodge Feelings

Dark room

Joeys p.o.v~

           The darkness of my room oddly hurts my eyes. It's 9:00 at night on a Saturday and I haven't left my bed. Sure it was two weeks ago Sure I should be over it by now. But I wasn't. And the only damn thing I could think about was Malachy. It wasn't even the fact that the whole school saw me hold him, But  the scene of him passing out was replaying like a broken record in my mind. Was he okay? Has he woke up yet? I'd worked up enough courage to call the hospital last week but the only answer they gave me was that I couldn't visit him. I know I was desperate but I'm not sure if I cared anymore. I care about him, and if finding out if he's okay requires you to call the hospital, so be it.
"Joey come eat dinner," my mom called.
"I'm not hungry," I quickly respond. She doesn't reply and for a brief moment I think she might not care if I starved myself. That thought swiftly vanished when she burst into my room.
She didn't look pleased. "Joey you haven't ate a single bite of anything all week" she questioned with a harsh tone, " what the hell is wrong with you?!" Her eyes burnt holes in my mind. For a moment I thought about telling her about my love for Malachy but I decided not to. Instead I said a quiet 'nothing' and went back to sitting alone in my cold room.