I lie flat on my bed, my breathing heavy. I breathe in and out, in, out, watching the sun set. I press my eyes shut tightly, why do I do this? I check my phone, 8.15, no new messages. I sigh and put it down. I rest my head back and stare out of my window once again. Why do I do this? My brain keeps repeating, why? I realise that I'll have to do something, anything to take my mind off it. I push myself up, which takes a lot more effort than it used to, and decide to get some homework done. But I can't concentrate. I can't concentrate on anything for more than a couple of minutes lately. I take a sip from my glass of water, trying once again to set my brain into use.

So, I know it isn't much, but I'm in the middle of writing my next chapter, but, to be honest, I don't know when I'll update. Please don't be mad at me if my updating skills are completely ridiculous, but I feel like this is a story that I need to get down at my own pace, particularly considering that it comes from my own experiences. I hope you enjoy x