Marley
It's been almost 3 weeks since Zach's departure from the house, I struggle being without him and my dad is starting to notice.
"Marley, stop playing with your food please" He mumbles as I stare down at my played with dinner. I can't bring myself to really eat much because I'm constantly nauseous with guilt and sadness.
"I'm not that hungry. Can I go to my room please?"
My dad sighs "Look Marley, I know you miss him but you can't do this to yourself. You've been hiding in your room for almost a week not eating or talking to anyone. I don't like it. I'm tired of telling Millie and Hailey that you don't want to see anyone."
He is right. I am hiding. I'd rather sleep all day than be awake and think about the fact that Zach doesn't want to see me. He is staying across town and I ca
