Alessandro Morelli
I stood at Dahlia’s bedroom door, she had been curled up in her bed for days, she wasn’t eating, drinking, taking a shower or doing anything. It was like she had hit rock bottom and I couldn’t do anything to help her, I tried talking to her but she didn’t respond she just looked at the ceiling like I wasn’t even there. I was considering calling my parents, maybe they would be able to get through to her.
“She is still not talking?” Barry, who had been coming over more often now, asked.
“No, I’m really worried about her. It’s like she is broken and I feel so helpless that I can’t help her.” I said with a disappointed sigh.
Barry tapped me and signaled me to follow him, when we were far enough from Dahlia’s room, “I hope you don’t get mad at me for this but I called you
