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"Honey, did you take your medicine?"
The woman who's supposed to be my mom, asks me, caressing my hair softly.
Too numb to form any words, I just nod and let her know my answer. She gives me a kiss on the head and walks out of the room, leaving me, confined and alone within these four walls.
I had a chemistry test today. I failed. And now the teacher thinks that I need a tutor. How do I tell her that a tutor won't do me any good? How do I tell her that I don't feel like studying anymore? I've lost interest in everything. I don't feel like doing anything anymore.
Chemistry used to be your favourite subject. You loved solving all of the organic equations, always giving me competition. At first I used to be so annoyed by the fact that you were better than me at everything. But now, I hate myself for getting annoyed.
I want you to tutor me. You know how much I hate socializing. You know how much I hate unnecessary conversations and interactions.
You were and will always be better at everything. Because you are amazing Alisha Benedict. And I will keep telling you that until the day I die.
I love you Ali. Please come back to me. My life feels incomplete without you.
My eyes notice a tiny wet blotch on the corner of the page. A tear drop. And then I see another one, a fresh one.
But this one, belongs to me.
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