Chapter 99

A week had passed and I had spent the majority of the time in my room.

"I'm ill!" I yelled to Jack who tried to get me to enter civilisation. He was on the other side of my door since I had once thrown a shoe at him after he had attempted something similar to this before. "I've got what Dante had!"

"Dante was faking it!"

"Saying I'm ill is a nicer way of saying fuck off to you!" I shouted. "But just to make things super clear—fuck off!"

"You're a bitch!"

"If I agree with you will you fuck off?"

"I tried!" Jack shouted and I heard his footsteps fade away.

I hadn't been in the mood for people.

Yet lots of people had been trying to get me to leave my bed.

"I like my bed," I told Beth. "It can't try and kidnap you. It can't arrange for people to nearly kill you. Beds are fucking great."

"And you're going fucking insane," was her response.

I simply shrugged.

Beth failed, Jack failed, Mason failed, Carter