“Willow, come have dinner!” Mum yelled for the thousandth time.
It's exhausting to keep saying no. I've said it countlessly already. I'm not hungry. I don't have an appetite. I just wanna be left alone to f*****g cry my miserable heart out.
“I'm not hungry, Mum!” I yelled back. But honestly, you could barely call it a yell. Because it came out shaky and croaky.
I was curled up on my bed with the duvet over my body. My eyes were beginning to hurt from all the crying I've done over the previous days. I'd stop if I could. But my heart's battered up badly and crying happens to be the only way to vent out the agony I was feeling.
The incessant buzzing of my phone was another discomfort and nuisance, aside from Mum's incessant calling.
Whoever it is calling better leave me alone. I'm r
