It's been two weeks since Casy and I fought, but, the truth is, it seems like years. Since that day my life has gotten worse and I never thought that was even possible.

After our fight, that same Thursday, I went back home to get some money I had saved so I could spend some days in a hotel. Luckily, no one was home. I went up to my room, packed a small suitcase, grabbed the money and left without leaving a note; without saying goodbye. I have nothing to say to my mother. Yes, she called me several times, but I never answered her and luckily we never crossed paths in the street. She even came to pick me up from school one day, but I managed to leave without her seeing me, and now I'm sure she has no idea where I am. Besides, she's probably busy fucking with my dad.

Then I went to a hotel far away from my house—well, not that far away since I live in a small town—and I've been staying here for two weeks. I'm spending a fortune to be honest, but this is way better than going back home and living with my hateful mom.

As for everything else... Casy and I never spoke again. Sometimes at school we look at each other, but that's it. We just exchange looks of disappointment and sadness.

As for Leo, he only spoke to me on Friday to convince me to go to the party, but clearly that didn't happen. I didn't have neither the desire nor the energy to go to a stupid party. Luckily, he understood me and stopped insisting.

The next week I tried to get closer to my other classmates that I had never spoken to, yet failed. As soon as I tried to talk to them, they turned away from me and didn't speak to me. What I didn't and don't understand is why. As far as I know I didn't do anything to them, but... who knows.

The latter certainly took away the little hope I had of making new friends. I thought I could start over and get close to new people, but this is evidently impossible.

Am I that weird? Why don't people want to get close to me? Did I do something wrong? Sadly, these are questions I can't answer, yet they take up the remainder room in my brain, something that weakens the little self-esteem I have. I sigh.

Today is Friday again and I must go to school and survive another day. Fortunately, the end of March is coming. Although I don't even know why I'm waiting for it to be the end of the month, if either way my life is going to suck—whether it's March or December.

I grab my stuff and go down to the hotel restaurant to have some breakfast. I must say that the food here is not bad at all. The breakfast is quite complete and there is plenty of variety to choose from. Living in a hotel isn't so bad after all, is it?

I pile some fruit on my plate, grab a toast and a latte. Simple, but complete. I choose a table at the back of the restaurant and get ready to eat my delicious breakfast. As I take my first bite, my mind doesn't hesitate for a second and immediately reminds me of that breakfast Casy and I shared at her house. Back then we were happy, chatting, getting to know each other, but then it all... went to hell.

I keep eating, trying to forget about Casy, my family and my shitty life. However, the worst of all is that neither now nor in the two weeks that have passed I managed to get Casy out of my head and what's even worse is that I think these weeks were the worst of my life because... I miss her... Yes, I miss her.

I had gotten my hopes up that we could be friends and that I was finally going to stop being alone and... seeing how it all ended hurts. I know it may sound silly because we barely know each other, but I feel that something special binds me to her. I know it was my fault that we fought, but I couldn't go on like this. That girl is very mysterious and I'm sure she keeps millions of secrets that I don't want to find out about. Everything around her is complicated and she hangs out with... strange people. But, despite all that, I feel an emptiness inside me when she doesn't talk to me, when she barely looks at me and when she acts as if I don't exist. That's very hurtful and what she said that Thursday... I don't know. It was just too painful the way she described myself and the way she belittled what I was saying. Maybe she's right, though. Maybe I was victimizing myself and that was wrong. I don't know.

Gosh... It's a lot to process and the only thing I've been doing these past two weeks is thinking and worrying and overthinking everything. I hate that she lied to me about her and Leo, too, because I'm 100% sure they're not dating. There's no way they're dating, but, why did she say something like that?

I've been thinking about Leo and her every day all day since we fought and the questions in my head multiplied by a thousand. Why does Leo seem to have a "very close" relationship with Valentina and Dilara if he's supposedly Casy's boyfriend? Why the day we had lunch he said hurtful things to Casy? Why did she act like she was disgusted by him? Well, I can imagine the answer for the last one, but, still, her lie doesn't make any fucking sense. Now I'm quite sure she's hiding something, but I'm also sure that there's a small chance for me to find out what she's hiding.

I erase those thoughts from my mind, since they're not taking me anywhere and finish my breakfast. I get up from the table, grab my backpack and head for the door—it's time to face the day.

I go out, but immediately stop in my tracks. A person is in front of me, blocking my way. I look up and find a face that shows concern, anger and I would even say sadness. My face, on the other hand, shows pure surprise. I didn't expect to see this woman in front of me today, especially now. What she told me is still a vivid and painful memory that I can't erase from my mind and what happened with my dad... that's confusing and unforgettable, in the worst way possible.

I don't know what she wants to tell me, but I can guess from her expression that she'll leave me no choice—I'm going to have to listen to her, but, the truth is, I don't know if I want to. The only thing this woman does is hurt me and hide things from me and I can't take it anymore. Her coldness, her mystery and her meanness is something I can't stand. I don't even know if after everything that happened I'm going to be able to call her "mom" again.