chapter 31:
 My day was wasted sitting on my bed.
I said nothing, and spoke to no one after Adam left.
Depression had taken over me.
I knew what Adam must've felt like.
My bed became my new home, and I never left it.
Around dinner time, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." I sighed.
My mom walked in still in the clothes she wore to the funeral home.
"Sorry it took longer than expected." She said walking over
to my bed and sitting down next to me. "We also got some food,
you hungry?" 
She handed me a white bag with food.
"We got your favorite." She smiled.
I opened the bag,
and I was swarmed by the smell of blueberry pancakes.
I nodded in approval.
"So how are you doing?" She asked.
Suprisingly, she was talkative.
If I lost a child, I'd be in a state of pure depression,
even more than this.
"Fine." I lied.
She looked at me, and her eyes saddened as she saw the lies in mine.
She put her arm around my shoulder.
"It's hard. But we'll get through it, along with your father." She smiled.
I smiled back, faking it.
"I'm sure we will." I said sarcastically.
"We will. It'll take time. Everything takes time.
But my wish is just for you to be happy. So be it." She tried to bring a real smile to my face.
Somehow her eyes were lit up, and she seemed ... happy.
"How can you be happy?" I asked, getting angry and started to get up off the bed.
Control your temper, I thought to myself.
I sat back down, looking at the ground afraid of looking back at my mother.
"I'm just good at acting.." She said.
"But this isn't acting, this is real." I sighed.
There was a shock of realization on her face,
as her eyes began to water.
"I'm going to bed. The first wake is at noon tomorrow, be up and ready by eleven please."
She got up and I fell back onto my bed laying down
staring again at the plain ceiling.
I didn't respond to her, but as she started to walk out,
she shut off the lights.
Before she closed the door she turned around one last time.
There was a tear going down her cheek,
and she walked out.
My door closed.
Leaving me in solitude.
In depression alone.
I turned to my side, placing my hands under my head.
I tired to sleep,
but tears kept falling down my lonely face.