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“Should we take her to the Doctor?” Michelle whispered to Chris. She was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed with Chris sitting on the arm of the chair. They watched me contently. Michelle had held a warm wash cloth to my face for I don’t know how long and then cleaned up my mess and I was now lying in my bed. My eyes were closed but I could not sleep, I would not sleep, I was so afraid to see it again.

“No I’m fine” I answered her question.

“Liar” Chris said taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I sat up and rested my back against the wall. Michelle climbed on my bed and sat next to me. “What did you to your hands?” Chris asked calmly. I looked at him guiltily.

“Um, I sort of cut them” I answered hiding my hands under the covers.

“With what?” Michelle asked.

“My fingernails” I murmured; Michelle and Chris gave each other a worried look. I smiled.

“It takes me having a crisis for you two to finally get along” I snorted, Shells and Chris didn’t find this as funny as I did.

“Yeah well someone had to comfort this baby” Chris nudged Michelle trying to play along. I guess he just wanted the old me back, the fun joking one. But I had changed and there was no going back, the Danielle they knew is gone. I came to the realization that I needed to go back to Rowen and Braven. He was right, I shouldn’t have come back. It is too hard to lie to them like this, to have them look at me like I am so helpless.

Night seemed to come too quickly. I packed a bag taking all my cloths and some sentimental items. I wrote a letter to each of them. Holding the letters close to me I walked out to the living room hoping they were asleep. They were, Michelle was curled under Chris’s arm, his cheek resting against her head. I held my breath and swallowed the lump in my throat. I placed the letters on the counter then grabbed my bag and put it outside the door. I was wearing my favorite jeans, a white beater, and a black leather jacket Michelle had bought me last Christmas. I stood there staring at my friends sleeping and let a tear slid down my face.

“I’m sorry, it’s for the best” I whispered to them, then turned and left. Though I had 2 huge bags I felt as if I was caring a light purse. I was no longer afraid to let the tears fall as I walked. I tried to keep my breathing relatively calm but I knew that I could hold on much longer. I reached the outside door of Rowen’s basement apartment. I swung it open with to much force but I didn’t care. I was hanging on by just a thread. I raced down the stairs and was in front of the door in record time. The door opened as soon as I got there. Rowen stood there looking sad; Braven stood in the kitchen looking at me. I dropped my bags and burst into sobs. I was about to fall to my knees but Rowen caught me before I did and pulled me into the apartment; Braven got my bags. Rowen slumped to the floor with me in his arms and rocked me as I cried into his chest for what felt like hours. Eventually I felt myself drift off to sleep unwillingly.