Boys are idiots

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*next morning*

I walked out of my tent. I wanted to give Nash his hoodie back. I saw him sitting with Shawn. They were talking.

"Here. That's yours." I said emotionless while handing him the hoodie.

"Thanks." He said. I could see sadness in his eyes.

Whatever.

"Bay!" I heard Shawn screaming my name. I turned around. "Can we talk?"

"Of course." I replied.

We walked around the place while talking.

"You must know. Some people just want to help you. Why don't you accept the help of others?" He said.

He talked about Nash. He talked with Nash about me.

"Nash isn't my mother." I answered.

"First I thought you're right. I thought you are that shy girl who's scared of others. Who thinks that no one likes her. Who got's problems with her family. Who is mentally dead. Who want's to be dead.

But now I know. It is all your fault. You don't accept the help of others. It seems like you just want to die. You don't want to talk to anyone. You are just dead. A dead person who is still on this earth." He said and walked away.

I stand there with thinking about that what he just said. He was totally right. I am so dumb. I am dead. I always wanted to die. I don't wanted to get any help. I just survived.

I walked back to my tent. I laid down on my blankets. Tried to sleep.