A few days have gone by and nothing's really changed. Aside from the few conversations Brandon tries to start with me that ended in him pouting at my lack of participation and the occasional moans in some random room, everything is just the same as when I was back home.

My heart pained at the thought of my previous home. The one where my supposed childhood took place, though there wasn't much of a childhood. The memories of mom drifted through my mind as I absentmindedly fiddled with the small cat plush under my pillows. In all honesty, I felt horrible. Being here made me feel worse than I ever had before.

Nothing felt right to me, not even taking a shower. It all felt... incorrect and fake or something. I couldn't necessarily pinpoint it but it was bothering me.

My mind felt like mush 24/7 as well. Like I was in a daze. Sometimes my arms and legs even tingled with numbness. At night I wanted to cry but there was nothing to cry about. It was confusing.

There was also no doubt that everyone in the house had noticed my decrease in any socialization. Not that I talked to people all that much to begin with but now I rarely even made eye contact. I tended to not eat as much anymore, my apatite had basically disappeared, and nothing Aaron would say or do could get me to eat much.

After meals I would trudge back to my room to lay on my bed and think. Sometimes I played on my phone or attempted a few doodles with the few pages I had left in my sketchbook. I'd stay awake most nights, appear for breakfast, sleep till lunch, go to lunch, then dinner and repeat. Sometimes I'd sleep the whole night but most nights I couldn't fall asleep and just napped between breakfast and lunch.

It all felt meaningless. Having a schedule to stay up to date with.

Anthony was still as charming as ever, only now we didn't even look in each other's directions. After that day he seemed so distant from me. I tried not to let it bother me but it really got under my skin. He stopped any sort of attempt to talk to me and half of the time avoided me which probably wasn't hard as I was in my room most of the day anyway.

My eye had pretty much healed up for the most part and I was able to take the bandage off. There was a long and thin scar that cut through the right side of my face, starting just above my eyebrow and ending next to my nose.

My thoughts were gently interrupted by knocking at my door. I didn't reply as Colin peaked his head in, his fluffy and now slightly faded blue hair bounced lightly as he poked his head through the opening.

He smiled widely, "Hi Avery!" I didn't reply as I stared back at him, my eyes felt as dead as they probably looked. "Aaron wants you to come with us to the store for a little bit, it'll be quick." He quickly left without leaving any room for a reply, not that I was gonna give him one.

I sighed deeply and pushed myself off my bed. I crawled over to the dresser that was now filled with my clothes and quickly grabbed a hoodie, pants, and my towel along with new briefs and some socks.

gathering up enough energy, I peeled myself off the floor and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After closing the door and making sure it was locked I slipped off my clothes that were slightly pungent of odour. I grimaced and threw them off to the side for the future.

Once my body was free from any clothes I stood in front of the mirror and just stared.

My body was the same as ever, gross and ugly. My legs held some stretch marks as did the sides of my hips. My hair was greasy even though I washed it not that long ago, or maybe I lost track of days. My face held the most flaws in my opinion though, It made me disgusted yet I kept looking at myself, unable to look away. My face was paler than normal making the purple bags under my eyes pop out a lot more than usual. My eyes themselves held a distant look. But my scar...

I pushed away from the thoughts as fast as they came. I didn't feel like dealing with them as I had to focus on preparing to go to the store... that didn't sound so hard so why was preparing for it so exhausting?

I sighed and stepped into the shower.