Yesterday... was really awkward with Jeff. He probably hates me how, or thinks I'm a crybaby.

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That thought was going through my head all day. It's a new day, Thursday, but I've done nothing but mope in my room. Nate checked on me several times, to offer food, or ask what's wrong. I'd lie and say I'm fine and not hungry. He'd eventually go away, and come back in a little while.

I don't know why, but I felt as though I couldn't do anything. Like I was unable to physically move or walk. So I just sat in my bed, staring at the ceiling.

At around 4pm, I decided that I gave to do SOMETHING or else I'll be in this room forever.

I walked out if my room, lightheaded, and out to the living room, where Nate was on his phone. He looked up, and surprised, he stood up.

"Kat! God, you were scaring me when you wouldn't come out of your room!" He said, relieved.

All of a sudden the room began spinning. I looked around, panicked, and felt extremely lightheaded. Then, black was the only color I saw.

~~~ Nate's POV ~~~

Suddenly, Kat dropped to the carpeted floor, her body limp.

"KAT!!!" I screamed. I ran to her body and knelt by her shoulder. I started to shake her shoulder, with one hand behind her head so she doesn't hit it.

Kat, still unconscious, muttered a single understandable word.

"Help."

~~~ Kat's POV ~~~

I looked up at my mom, her face stone cold and furious at the same time. Her dark brown hair was all tangled and messy, and her shirt had stains on it, undoubtedly from alcohol.

I know that it was my 20th birthday tomorrow, but she still treated me as if I was a troublesome 11 year old. She looked at me with her cold eyes, as if she was interrogating me in her mind. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She immediately opened it again.

"Were you always an ungrateful brat, or have I just noticed it the past decade or so?"

"M-Mom... what're you--"

"Don't talk BACK to me kid. You're supposed to be seen and not heard. But, I wouldn't mind not seeing you either." She muttered.

"Why do you hate me?" I whispered.

"Because... BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A BOTHER TO EVERYONE! Get OUT of my LIFE! I... I never even wanted YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!! Get your stuff, and GO!" She screamed at me.

I woke up screaming from what I thought was a dream. I've had that reoccurring flashback nightmare thing ever since it happened. I'd always wake up screaming and hugging either my bag or my pillow. Not opening my eyes, I reached for what was next to me and held it close. I need the comfort of someone or something right now.

To my surprise, the pillow hugged back.