Only Time Will Tell

4 - Friends...

- - - Kennedy's POV - - -

 "Eat your peas." My mom glared at me from acorss the dinner table. I glanced up at her but just continued to push them around my plate with my fork.

"Kennedy, hun. You have to start eating." She gave me a hard stare.

"I'm not hungry." I muttered.

"You barley ate anything all day and yesterday and the day before that, you have to eat." She slammed her hand down on the table causing me to jump.

I did nothing in response execpt for playing with my food. My medicine hasn't been helping much anymore with my appetite problem, and it's getting to the point where food is just unappealing, I know I should eat but my mom is constantly putting pressure on me to stuff my face which makes it even more unappealing.

"Go take your medicine." my dad sighed breaking the awkward silence between us all.

"Okay." I scooted my chair out and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs until I reached my bathroom. I quickly took my pill and headed straight for my room without bothering to tell them I wasn't planning on coming back down.

I jumped on my bed and let my head crash onto my pillows. Todays been a long day and it's not even 6 pm yet. Earlier this morning I got into a fight with Beck because she insists I'm keeping a secret from her. Which is true, but it's not some super gossipy secret she would expect. She's been nagging and nagging and I honestly do want to tell her everything from the day I got diagnosed but I know I can't. I don't want to risk anything..from her leaving..or thinking I can't handle it on my own. I don't need a pity party.

I spreaded myself out on my blankets and pulled the pillow over my head. I'm insanely tired already, I could honestly go to sleep right now if I wanted, but I won't because that will just cause me to wake up at 3 in the morning with nothing but pacing around to do. I woke up really early this morning from Beck calling and calling, she must of forgot about the time difference I guess, she didn't have anything interesting to say, just questions about the mystery boy I met yesterday. She asked if he has called or texted yet, even though I remind her every second that it's only been a day since we've met. I don't get what goes through Beck's head sometimes..

I sat up as soon as I heard a faint knock on my door.

"Yes?" I called.

"It's your mom." 

I grunted, "Come in." 

The door pushed open and in walked my mom, with the same worried expression molded on her face since the day I stepped foot here. She walked over to my bed side and sat down next to my feet and looked up to meet my eyes.

"So are you planning to go out anymore?" Her high pitched voice whispered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, not really knowing where this was going. "Uhm..I haven't planned anything. But I went out yesterday."

"You did? How did it go?" She beamed.

"Okay I guess..I got a coffee." I responded dryly.

"Okay..meet anyone?" She raised her eye brows.

"No. Well actually I did..I just knocked him over..it wasn't really a great way to meet someone." I told her vaguely, I didn't feel like getting into details, it wasn't a big deal.

"YOU DID? That's great!" She moved closer getting excited.

I gave her a look, "Calm down.." 

"Honey, it's just that..you're 19..you should be outside constantly. Enjoying life, not locked in here--"