Only Time Will Tell

2 - Getting Fresh Air

*1 month later*

"Kennedy, get up!" I heard my mom's voice yelling at me through the covers. 

"Kennedy, NOW. Breakfast is down stairs even though it's not morning anymore, its already 1:30." She continued to shake me. I let out a loud groan and forcefully pushed the covers off of me and sat up.

"Happy?" I asked in my rough morning voice.

"Not entirely. You've been sleeping late everyday and you haven't stepped foot out of the house since you have been here." My mom gave me a stern look, putting her hands on her hips.

It's true, I haven't left the house yet. I just haven't been up too it. I've been feeling..not well lately. It's like I've lost interest in everything and all I want to do is read a book and lock myself in my room. I don't see the point in going out..meeting people..because I don't want to lie to them. About my tumor, I won't be accepted if I did let them know..at least that's what it feels like to me. And seeing happy people surrounding me, laughing, talking to their friends while I'm wandering around by myself will just make me feel out of place.

My mom sighed heavily, I haven't even noticed that she was still standing over me.

"Go out. Please. Don't make things harder on yourself then they need to be." She patted my back.

I pushed her hand off of me and stood up, "I'm gonna go shower." I muttered while leaving my mom in my room by herself.

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I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my towel securely around my body. I looked in the clouded mirror of the bathroom back at my relfection. I haven't looked in a mirror in a while..and man, I looked rough. I had dark circles underneath my big brown eyes, it looked like a frown was molded on my face as well, and I looked a lot thinner then I used to be..unhealthy looking. 

I turned around and rushed back into my room, I couldn't stand looking at myself that way. I flipped my hair over, wrapping it up in a towel. I walked to my dresser and took out my black Victoria Secret jacket and a white tank top. I slipped it on, while fidgeting to put on my yoga pants. I don't have much warm clothing because I didn't need it in LA, so being in unpredicatable London weather, is a problem.

I'm not going out, no matter what my mom said. I figured I'll just read another book. I grabbed Twilight off of my book shelf and tossed it on my bed, while I took the towel off my head and began to brush my damp hair. My hair was flowing down to my belly button. Ever since I was little, I've wanted hair like Rapunzel . Stupid, I know. I'll have to cut it soon though, if I do get surgery. I don't want to get surgery, that's what scares me the most.

I sighed and jumped on my bed, ready for another long day. I read the first few pages..but it was getting harder to focas because of my parents. I could hear their voices rambling to eachother all the way from their room. They're fighting? They never fight..it wouldn't hurt to check it out.

I silently rolled off my bed, leaving my room. I crept down the hallway until their voices were crystal clear.

"She's wasting her life now!" My mom yelled.

"No she's not, she just needs time." My father argued back.

"She's been here for more than a month and she hasn't left her room once. NOT ONCE. She used to be outgoing! She had a bright future ahead, but not if she keeps this up." My mom sounded very upset, more pissed though.

"She still has a bright future ahead, she's just depressed right now. It's not a weird thing for her to be feeling like this. She'll be fine soon. She just needs time." My dad calmly stated.