I'm Worried About You

Days went by in a haze. I could see that Emily and the Jonas Brothers were worrying about me. I was depressed, obviously. It was like all the life had been drained out of me. Leaving just me. I dyed my hair black a couple days ago because I couldn’t stand to look at it. My hair color had come from my Aunt, though her red hair wasn’t abnormal. I didn’t talk much anymore and I didn’t laugh at all.

Emily and I sat in the front row of an empty stadium where the Jonas Brothers were performing later. They were doing a sound check, I refused to sing along with Emily. When they started Hold On, I had to leave the place. I whispered to Emily where I was going.

“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m fine.” I lied.
She didn’t look convinced.
“Emily, I promise. I’ll come back soon.”
She nodded and watched me go.

I sat on the dock of the lake, my feet hanging over the edge staring at my reflection. I heard footsteps behind me awhile later.
“Wes, I’m worried about you.” Joe said.
“Why?” I said a little sharply.

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