Chapter 86

JASMINE

Thanksgiving was at my grandparents’ house. I skipped out and stayed in bed, knowing I couldn’t possibly handle another social situation. My dad brought leftovers into my room. I picked at them, barely touching them. I called in sick for both my shifts that week, skipping out on work Saturday. After being the type of person who never called out, I realized I was becoming one flaky employee now. I could add that to my list of things I went from perfect at to bad at. I couldn’t even be bothered to do any schoolwork. I realized I didn’t even care what grades I got anymore.

I was completely pathetic. I had no more motivation for anything in life. Maybe I could just decay in my bed slowly over several months until I was dead and didn’t have to suffer anymore.

Early in the morning, on Sunday, when it was still dark outside, my dad came into my room and sat down on my bed. He put his hand on my back, gently shaking me awake, and said, “There’s someone here to see you. But I think y