Rabid

Anne

“Anny, please eat something. You’re going to harm yourself,” Pamela urged worriedly. She was sitting on my bed with a tray of food on her lap. “Anny, please!!!”

I sighed weakly, then slowly rose from the bed. With a sad smile on my face, I extended my hand and carried the tray on Pamela’s lap, then began taking tiny bites from what could have been a delicious food if not for my foul mood.

It’s been five days. Five whole days since my unpleasant surprises. First was Andrew’s accident, then breaking up with Vincent. I was a total wreck. A huge bag of debris I was. The guy I’d grown to love and cherish was fighting for his life, while the man I was in love with decided to cut ties with me.

All through the night, I had cried my eyes out. I kept asking my ceiling when Andrew got back, and why he got into an accident on his bike. He was supposed to come back the next day, wasn’t he? Was he coming to surprise me that day? Was that why Vincent decided to end things? Did he blame me fo