Chapter 32

Zoey's Pov

"What's wrong, dear? You don't like the food? I can make something else for you." Mom said, her eyes on me.

It's been three days since I got this discharge from the hospital. Mom and Emma has been really supportive without asking questions, but that doesn't change anything in my life.

It only makes it feel worst, and it makes it seem like they pitied me and I don't like it. How am I going to move on from everything if they keep treating me this way with pity?

"Dear?"

"It's not the food mom." I said, not wanting to meet her gaze.

"Then what is it?" She asked.

Should I tell her how I feel?!

Maybe it will stop their pity towards me.

"If it's not the food, then what is it? You know you can always confide in us." Emma said, making me more upset.

"That's the thing!" I half yelled, hitting the table.

"Zoey.."

"I hate all these pity I see in your eyes and voice! How do you guys expect me to move on when you all sound like this?!" I half yelled.

They both stared at me like I've los