Friends... Yeah right "friends" {}{A C.c X reader story}{}{English}{}

●Is it truely your fault?● {Part 14}

It's been a few days that you've been locked up in your room skipping school, avoiding everyone. You haven't eaten in what feels like ages but no matter how much you wanted to eat. You'd tell your mom you weren't hungry when she offered you some food. Your parents were worried about you whenever you'd come down for water or to go to the bathroom they'd look at you with that sad worried look in their eyes. You Ignored that look it seemed so common now that you barely remember the bright joy filled look they used to look at you with. You knew that laying there as the days past by wouldn't help with the guilt you've been dealing with since the death of Michael. You turned to your side and hugged your pillow in your arms as you looked outside your window. The weather was stormy and it was raining heavily as the rain hit your window all you could wonder is "Was Michaels death really your fault?"