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April 3- Day 3

    I wake up, with the bright light of the sun shining through the curtains once again. I sit up from the couch, and look at the time on my phone.

    "11 o'clock?" I say as I scratch my head.

    Around this time, yesterday morning, was when Desirée fully woke me up with her loud yelling. So what's keeping her now?

    I stand up, and stretch my back and arms, "Ahhhh.....," I say as I relax myself.

    Wondering what's keeping her, I walk upstairs to my room. I quietly knock on the door. Without any response, I decide to open it.

    "Desiré-" I begin to call her out until I see her resting in peace. She didn't seem that tired last night.

    I walk up closer to her, and see her fast asleep. I think, and begin the look at the walls that stand right beside the bed. The walls are a lot different than they used to be before. Like they've been ripped up.....teared. I continue to look at the wall and begin to run my fingers through it until I hear a subtle movement. I turn around, and see that Desirée has woken up. She rubs her eyes.

    "You're finally up." I fully turn my body to her in order to better face her.

    "Mhm...," she says as she continues to rub her eyes.

    The then faces me in the eyes. But something is different. Rather than those eyes that were filled with excitement yesterday, her eyes seemed dead.....tired. Just like she was the first day I met her.

    "Are you feeling okay?"

    She simply nods her head as a response to my question. She then gets up, and rubs her eyes once again.

    "Ok.....Let me get you some clothes."

    I walk to the room that held the clothing that so happened to fit her. I grab some. It seems like I'll pick blue. I picked up some black pants and a sky blue shirt with a jean jacket that was both white and blue. I walk back to my room.

    "Here you go, you can change into these." She simply looks at them and stares back at me.

    After she takes the clothes, I walk back downstairs, and begin to prepare my breakfast. I grab some French bread, and spread some butter on it. I then walk to my couch, sit down, and begin eating my bread. I stare at the tv, and think about the news from yesterday. The police are always slow, aren't they? I continue eating, until I feel someone to my side. I turn around, and see Desirée. Yet, how come I didn't hear her coming?

    "Oh, Desirée....," I say. She simply cocks her head, as if she doesn't understand. She walks closer to me, and stares at my food.

    "I want," she says as she points to the food.

    I simply nod my head, and prepare her the food.

    As I was doing that, I wondered. Why was she acting so differently? Just yesterday, she was one of the most hyper girl I met. Yet, when I first met her, she was the quietest and weirdest girl I met. Just like today.

    Once I finish, I walk back to her.

    "Here you go." I hand her the food. She seemed very hungry, as she snatched the food I held and quickly began eating it.

    "Mhhh." She smiles while eating the bread.

    I stare at her while she eats the bread. Why is she so different from yesterday? It's like she's a different person. I decide to quickly finish up my food, and go upstairs to get ready for the day.