What?

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by Alaphi

by Alaphi

(In Connor’s pov, no ship, Warning: Metal abuse, neglect)

My parents have gone back to the way they were. Not giving a shit about me. They always do this. Pretend that they care, then don’t do anything after one day. Even though they bought me clothes and took me to the hospital, that’s it. Nothing more. Not even food (during that day). Just clothes and a hospital check. The last time I had a hospital check was years ago. Years! This will happen again after more years. “Brat!” It’s Mother. What does she want? Coming out to the living room, only that she wasn’t there. Looking into the kitchen, there she was. She sighed. Seeing that she was stressed out (not really). “You have been a pain.” Oh, I’m the problem. What did I do now? “I’m tired of you eating everything.” I haven’t even eaten anything since school. What do you mean ‘I’ve been eating everything’?

“So, I’m limiting how much you eat for a while.” She can’t do that! I’m not even the one eating everything! “But-“ I was cut off by her slamming her hand on the table. That shut me up. “No buts!” I nodded, holding my arm. She sighed and waved me off. Is my only meal going to be lunch from school? But how will I eat during the weekends? Walking to my room. I do have food still stored in my room. Checking where I hid it. It’s gone. Where did it go?! She looked through my room! She took it. She took everything. Seeing a note, it said ‘no food’. What? How?

Total of words 282, this is pt 2 of "The Room". - Alaphi