“Here, Maia” I stared at the plate of freshly peeled apples in the breakfast table placed on my bed by Philomena. I didn’t try to touch it nor even made a move. I just look at it.
It’s been three days since I got admitted. Three days since I’ve been locked up in this hospital room. Philomena and Chantal are always visiting me as well as my brothers. Their silent treatment has been lifted but I don’t really care. Three days that I’ve been absent but I am pretty sure that my dad has already talked to the administration. He is one of the major investor in the Warcester University so it would be really easy for him.
For the past days, I don’t really know what to feel. I feel the unending emptiness inside me that I don’t know where it started. I just woke up one day that even talking is
