'Bella sweety, how long are you going to lay there with that look on your face?' Mother walked over to me with a worried expression and a bowl of fruits in hand. I'd been laying on the sofa for god knows how long, I just couldn't find it in me to get up and move.
'Thanks.' I halfheartedly smiled at her while I took the bowl from her hands. Sitting up, I forced a strawberry in my mouth. My appetite had long vanished. It was my mind that wouldn't stop working.
'Want to talk about it?' She sat down next to me, rubbing my hands. I could see the pain she felt as she watched me be so disoriented. I didn't want to worry her or even upset her but I couldn't stay in my apartment, I felt like the walls were going to close in on me and eventually swallow me whole.
'No I'm ok.' I placed another str
