It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 33

It's been days since I've seen anyone. Three days since I've gone out of my house to socialize, three days that I've sat in my room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone.

I'm mad. So fucking mad.

At him and myself. I'm mad at myself for not giving him a good explanation, for letting him go that easy, and for thinking making things right between us would be easy.

I hate him for calling what we had a mistake. I blame him for walking away. Maybe because I can't help but blame someone else for my mistakes. He had every right to be upset with me. It was my fault.

But sometimes I find myself hating him with every fiber of my body for all of it. And later come to the realization that my anger should be directed towards myself.

It was me who left. It was me who ignored him. It was me who did every single freaking thing wrong.

I groan for the billionth time before shoving my face into my pillow.

Everything's been awkward. I can't be around him because I'm afraid everything will be weird. So for the past three days I've refused to go out with them, knowing that he's there.

My mom was concerned because I usually go out every chance I get. I told her I'm PMSing and left it at that. But it's nearing the end of the third day without any face to face conversation and she's not believing me anymore.

"I want you to go out tonight." The words leave my mom's mouth and I expect her to never say them again. She's always begging me to stay home for once.

"But I don't want to." I groan.

"Why Emery? Usually I'm sitting here telling you to take a break, but having you cooped up in your room like this isn't like you." I felt her hand on the back of my leg.

"I just don't feel like going out." I say into the pillow.

"But why? Did something happen?"

"No." I snap my head to the side. "Nothing happened. I just want to sleep."

"You want to sleep?" she asks in disbelief.

"Yep." I answer her.

"It's 9:30 at night Em. As much as I'm tired, I know you can't be. You've been in bed all day." she reasons.

I flip around and face her. "You really want me to go out that bad?" I ask.

Maybe this isolation is really bad.

"Well, as Hannah put it, you're losing character." She quotes my gleeful companion.

I snicker and roll my eyes. I can't keep doing this. I'm throwing beautiful days away trying to avoid him, there's no use now.

"Fine." I sigh, sitting up. "Is she-"

I get my answer when I hear her singing voice downstairs. "Emeryyyyy!"

My mom smiles at me and pats my legs before leaving me to get dressed. I throw on some clothes and freshen up in the bathroom before heading downstairs.

"Oh my god it's like the whale has come back from migration! I haven't seen you in ages, Em!" Hannah stressed, standing by the door.

"It was only three days, calm down." I shake my head, my hair down and as good as it's going to get at this point.

"Exactly! Three freakin days! That's unheard of between us! Now get in the car!" she ordered me as we walked out the door.

I laugh and think back to what she said before. "Did you call me fat with that whale comment?" I question her.