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SHE HADN'T moved from her bed in a week. A week since school started. A week since the funeral. A week since she had to say a real goodbye to the love her life.
Everyday she'd wake up expecting him to be there, but when she came to reality she felt like she couldn't breathe, she just felt so alone. She needed somebody but that somebody to fill the hole in her heart would only be him.
Her family had taken it in turns bringing up her meals, she didn't touch it, she just wrapped herself up in her blanket away from the world. Away from her problems but her problem was within her, and she couldn't hide away from that. All she could do is fiddle with the necklace, Jeff once clasped around her neck, and think of a million reasons why she should be buried instead of him.
Tony had called round a few times and had just sat their with her. They'd created a silent friendship. They didn't need to talk, the sound of each other breathing was enough for them both. He'd seen all the hurt in her and he wanted to be there for her, to help her heal, no matter how long it took.
He knocked on the Jensen family door with a bag of Chinese food. Her second favorite food. Her favorite food would always be cheese pizza with Jeff. Where he'd take a bite and have strings of melted cheese fall into his lap, making them both giggle. She knew that couldn't happen anymore. Now it was just a memory.
Clay answered the door before stepping aside and letting Tony up. Clay was jealous. Jealous that Tony could sit with his sister without her shouting at him to leave. All Clay wanted to do was be there for her, but if Tony was the only person that could do that at that moment, he didn't mind all too much.
Tony opened her door, she was sat up surprisingly, her eyes red and swollen. She turned to him and looked at him blankly. "Morning." She said with a raspy tone, reaching over to her bottled water. "Afternoon." He replied sitting on the edge of her bed and handing her a Chinese food box and chopsticks. She looked at it for a moment, inhaling it's scent, she'd forgotten what good food smelt like, nothing like her mom's crappy cooking.
She took the box with a small smile. Tony grinned brightly, her face had actually moved, he knew she was healing one step at a time, but she wouldn't completely heal, it'd leave a scar on her for life. "What time is it?" She asked as she swirled her noodles round her chopsticks messily. "Four-thirty." He answered opening his boxed noodles. "Fuck. I slept all day again." She mumbled, looking down.
"My mom thinks I'm depressed." She told him, feeling as though she needed to get some things off her chest. Tony nodded, agreeing. "I think so too." He said lightly. Which he did, he'd even googled it, highly worried about his new friend. "I'm not though it's just-uh forget it." Tony shook his head looking up at her, he didn't want her to shut down after he'd spent a week trying to get her to open up.
"No, no. Chrissy what is it? Look, I'm here. You can talk to me." She shook her head, feeling as though if she talked about it she'd cry, again. But Tony didn't mind, his top priority was to make her feel like she didn't have to be completely emotionless.
"I'd thought the pain would've lightened up but it hasn't. The pain is getting worse and worse everyday and I feel like I'm dying." Her voice was struggled, as if she'd forced them words out of her mouth. "I haven't experienced this before Chrissy, but I do know that you need some help. Maybe just some anti-depressants or just something, to make you feel better." Tony calmly spoke to her, feeling as though she needed to know that she can be helped.
"What are you not understanding? The only person that can help me is the one person that can't!" She shouted angrily. Nobody understood. She didn't expect them to but she did expect them to at least register that one thing.
Tony looked at her flared nostrils and narrowed eyes. He knew he'd upset her, angered he even, by his words. He nodded standing up. "I'm gonna go, but call me. For anything, okay?" She didn't respond, her hand attached to her necklace which calmed her down a bit. She breathed heavily, keeping herself in check. As soon as her bedroom door closed, guilt began to again eat her up.
She just felt so alone, even if people were around her.
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A/N: thought everybody might need some closure after the last chapter.
