“What are you doing here?”

“What?”

“What are you doing here? No one wants you here. Your crazy. Your bipolar and you just hurt people. You hurt and hurt and hurt. Why are you still here?” She didn’t realize how much her words stung.

“I… she… I just… I haven’t eaten lunch here for two weeks I thought…”

“Best two weeks we’ve had so far this year.”

“Michelle!” Elizabeth chastised. “What are you doing?”

“Finally telling him the truth because you all are too afraid too. Why do you think we stopped talking to you? If you actually believed we were just ‘really busy’ then you are crazier than we thought.” The expression on his face fell. His eyes no longer looked at her so much as they stared right through her. She was reassuring every single thing he was afraid of. And she wasn’t holding back. “Just go. Go run off and actually kill yourself. You’ve been teasing us for so long, just do us all a favour and do it.” There was a silence. A long, drawn out, painful silence as her last words came through.