I didn't sleep that night.
Or the night after.
I stayed in my room, only leaving to use the loo or to shower. Mum brought me up food but I hardly ate it.
I was currently engulfed in my blankets, leaning back against my headboard on my bed, watching The 100 when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I call out, my voice scratchy.
The door opens and Mum pokes her head through. She smiles small at me. "Afternoon, Sweetie. There's someone here to see you."
I groan, leaning my head back. "Mum, I don't want to see anyone right now."
Her smile turns into a grin and she opens the door a bit wider. "I think you'll want to see this one."
I look over and see Bri standing there, overnight bag in hand and she smiles at me. "Hey, loser."
The next thing I knew, the blankets were thrown off o
