*Gray*
I felt sick to my stomach, after role playing. I actually left bruises on Daisy's wrists and elbows, and I was just pretending... I wanted to saw off my own hand, but she appeared perfectly fine. I could tell everyone felt bad, and they were starting to avoid Daisy as the day passed. Alexa locked herself in her room, alone.
It was dinner time, and Fran called everyone to the kitchen. I knocked on Alexa's door, and didn't receive an answer. I opened it, and saw her sitting on her bed. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and her arms were locked around her legs. She peered up at me, and ducked her head immedately after, avoiding me.
"Dinner is ready--" I started to announce, until she interrupted.
"I'm not hungry." She growled.
"Alexa," I sighed, "I know this isn't what
