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I guess I was zoned out for most of the journey back.

My father knew how vunerable I was..
I didn't realise it..
My heart jumped as Amanda completely let go of me and I almost toppled over, but kept my composure for the small time I was free standing.

She took me upstairs then down on the bed, and as soon as my head touched the pillow I was completely out. I don't know if it was the pain, or just the exhaustion, that caused me to feel this way.. But it wasn't just a regular fever or random bug - I knew that, for sure. It was from the earlier attack..
And I felt so shit.
But school was less than an hour away, and I didn't think I'd be able to do it. Not today.

"Mmmanda.." I whispered, outstretching my arm unconsciously to try and find her. I was so.. so desperate for her but I just didn't understand why. My body longed for something. Something warm, something comforting.
Something to help me heal.

My hand closed around nothing and my face dropped. I called out again, weakly, for Amanda.

I wanted her.
Now.
My neck throbbed and I could feel the bruising turning more purpley by the second as I remembered what happened earlier today.