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Day 3

~ Vee's Pov ~

Tw: lack of appetite

What do I do?

Well obviously write something.

I rushed back into my room with a sudden nervousness, pulling out a stray piece of paper and pen as I argued with my thoughts.

What do I write?

How do I do this?

I was overthinking. First of all, I couldn't send something over through the windows right now. Since Ollie and Ranboo weren't even there to receive It.

If only the window were open.

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Tick, tick, tick.

Time was ticking by; very slowly might I add.

And as I now paced my room on this fine Sunday morning, I thought. (I've been doing a lot of that recently)

I hadn't left the upstairs in 24 hours, there was no point in trying to interact with my parents. It's not like they helped the overwhelming feeling of guilt and loneliness. I hadn't done much this weekend, although I had gotten into the 'hobby' of counting things in my room. Turns out my bookshelf contains seven different crystals, 12 rocks, (3 of which are from the lake), 29 books with red covers, and 5/7 of the Harry Potter books.

I also drew a lot. More or less doodles than actual drawings, but my pastime usually contained scribbling many peace signs on a sticky note, then placing the paper on my empty pc screen. (to cover up the reminder that I couldn't talk to my friends).

I had contemplated the windows as well, it could work. But both Ollie and I had to be at the windows to receive any type of communication. Yet I still gave simple minded glances towards my hallway window whenever there was a rare departure from my room.

Tick, tick, tick

I should probably eat something.

But that means I have to go downstairs.

I was scared to go downstairs. I was scared to even breathe the wrong way. And for some reason my hands wouldn't stop shaking at the thought of my parents.

Ranboo would want me to eat.

With that, I got up and left my room quietly, and as I checked the window briefly, I caught a glimpse of an open glass pane on the other side.

Oh my god.

Its open.

What do I write?

I returned to that same paper and pen; I shouldn't write anything too long. Knowing Ranboo, he's probably at Ollie's house right now. And he most definitely wanted to talk to me.

What's the first thing Ranboo would say to me?

Probably something along the lines of "are you okay?"

He asked that a lot.

I had to be vague, just in case the paper didn't make it over. Just in case my parents ever saw it.