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OpalSnow: Are you upset?

BlackSky: I have to go now.

OpalSnow: Will we talk again?

BlackSky: We aren't talking.

OpalSnow: Scary. But good luck wherever you're going.

BlackSky: Whatever.

He didn't reply and I was glad for that. Whoever was behind the door knocked again and seemed to be getting impatient. I tried to ignore them, but I decided to put my computer into standby just in case.

“I know you're in there, Blake.” My father sounded stressed.

I wasn't ready to face him. He knocked again and I could hear him panting restlessly.

“Please don't block me out. I know you need help.”

“Go away.”

“You know I have the key to your room.”

I mumbled incoherently and walked up to the door and opened it hesitantly. My eyes avoided his, but I saw him looking down into my own. He was much taller than I was and the glasses he wore nearly hid his eyes. His hair was black like mine, but really short. He worked at some sort of government facility as a technician. I wasn't sure about any further details about this, though. My eyes continued to avoid his and I saw him reach over to gently pat me on the head. I backed away and stared at the floor.

“I'm sorry.” I mumbled.

“You know I worry about you. Can we please make sure you aren't ill or anything?”

He didn't know about how sore I felt on a daily bases, or the side effects of the medicine. I didn't want him to know.

“I don't want to.” My voice shook from how nervous I was.

“It's alright. Don't worry.” He gently pat my head again.

I turned my back to him.

“There's no use in going anywhere.”

“I know you aren't feeling too well. Please let me help you.”

“Fine.” I replied, still annoyed with him.

“Good, just stay close by. I don't want to lose you.” He said awkwardly.

I walked close beside him and I wasn't sure to exactly why. It was cold outside when we walked out to the car. He held the door open and I sat down on the seat. I was very annoyed with the cold and I felt my chest began to ache. The pain quickly got unbearable and I found it difficult to breathe. I became very stressed and my nails went into my palms. His hand was on my shoulder and I could see that he was worried.

“Just relax, okay?” His voice was reassuring.

“I'm trying to.”

As much as I didn't want anyone touching me, I barely tolerated it when he did. I ached a bit deep down because I really did miss him when he was away. When we got to our destination, I wasn't feeling much better. He was kind as always, but I was still upset with my current circumstances. I was as clumsy as ever as I got out of the car and walked beside him. He seemed to know I was reluctant to co operate with the people who worked here. We were currently sitting in a room waiting for the doctor to come in.

“I don't want to be here.” I mumbled irritably.

I sat down on one of the chairs and we waited for several hours. Fatigue started to wear down my state at a disturbing rate. I was leaning against the wall when someone came into the room.

The End

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