I wanted to push her away, but I didn’t have the strength, “Please,” I whispered, hearing my voice crack, “Just leave me alone.”
She was silent for awhile; it was a thoughtful silence.Her hand was stroking my arm comfortingly and I was surprised to find I didn’t mind that so much as I thought I would.
She finally spoke, “It goes against my nature, but maybe you’re right. Maybe you aren’t ready yet. But Drew, I’m not going to leave you alone.Everyone’s leaving you alone. I think it’s time someone didn’t.But I won’t push you again, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”
I lifted my head to stare at her; her face was totally serious, but I still felt cynical. “Is this a joke?” I felt so sick, so tired of it all.
Her hand instantly stopped, her expression was insulted, “Excuse me? Why on earth would I torture someone like that?” she growled.
I shrugged, turning away from her. I wanted to be left alone. “Drew,” she put her hand under my chin, forcing me to look at her, “This isn’t a joke, I really am crazy.”