Chapter 24

Abigail's P. O. V;

Dad, "How many days are you going to be like this, Abby?"

I didn't respond as I sat with my eyes closed on the couch. I felt bad that it was so difficult for him to understand. He would never understand why it was hard for me to accept his help. It was hard for me to deal with things that were happening in my life. But then again, that's just who I am. An introvert and an extrovert. When people ask me how I'm doing, I always smile and give them a generic reply. "I'm good," is all that I'll say. If someone else asked me what I did today at school, I'd probably tell them that I'd spent most of it hiding from everyone else. Or maybe that I don't get along very well with some people and that sometimes I just want to stay alone, but dad wouldn't know about that.

"You haven't come out of your room all day. You aren't eating much either."

No, I' m not hungry, I'm not sleeping, and I don't really have anyone to talk to. That doesn't sound like me at all. I wish he would go