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Chapter 4

Andrew's family seems quite nice, however they are all very huggy which is something I'm not used to. As soon as i came into the house they all rushed to me with concern on their faces saying things like "You poor girl" or "I'm so sorry", which is something I never wanted. I never wanted someone to pity me for anything, my father, my situation, my life... none of it. But i accepted the hugs, the words and everything that came after because I knew that they were just trying to be kind. Andrew tore me away quite quickly though, telling them I needed a shower and a lot of sleep, and they backed away from me and allowed me to leave.

So now I'm in the shower, washing the past few days of grease, dirt, and dried blood off of me. I didnt even realize I still had blood from that day on me. I suppose Andrew did though, and thats why he forced me to leave. 

What if something happens while I'm gone? What if he wakes up and realizes I'm not there? What if he wakes up and freaks out? What if...

No. I cant get caught up in all of that. I have to focus on what I'm doing. I get out of the shower and wipe some of the water off of the mirror to see my reflection. My eyes have huge bags under them, and I look even more pale then my father did. I need some food.

I get dressed quickly and wake out of the room to see Andrew standing there with some clean clothes and a bagel with cream cheese on it. He pushes them towards me slightly and I take them, giving him a small smile. 

"So I figure you'll sleep there" He points to his bed.

"Where-" my voice cracks a little when I start speaking, making me realize I havent really spoken much in the past few days. I clear my throat and start again, "Where are you sleeping?" He points to the couch on the other side of the room. "No, I'll sleep on the couch, its your bed, your house, and your room so you should sleep on the bed." I say, starting to go over to the couch, but before I can Andrew rushes to it and lays down on it, pointing to the bed. I shake my head slightly and go and sit on the bed, and eat my bagel. 

"Thank you for all of this Andrew. It means a lot."

"You're one of us now Jane."

"I dont understand that, I mean I was with you for one day at lunch and suddenly you're all there trying to help me? And what were you doing outside of my house that day anyways?"

His body tenses a little and he takes a moment to think before shaking his head. "You were there, you were trying to be our friend, I mean you even set down your homework. We all noticed how much you needed us, and how much we needed you. The friend group was breaking, we had nothing to talk about, and then you came along and just made us all close for that one lunch period, and you became one of us that day. We all need each other, and we all have our issues, but we all try to help each other. And you are a part of us now, a part of the group, a part of our lives. And now we need you, maybe even more then you need us. Now get some sleep because you clearly need it, and the group will be here most likely when you wake up, and we'll all take you back to the hospital."