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Robin couldn't bring herself to get out of bed.
She couldn't bring herself to do anything.
Eat. Sleep. Drink. Go to school.
She was useless.
She supposed she had always been useless, she just didn't realise it until she was left all alone. Kate and Dash and Milton helped take her mind off of that, off of how much of a burden she was. But now they're gone, and now all she thought about was that.
She squeezed her eyes shut and ignored the tightening of her stomach, the sensation made her feel like she wanted to throw up. She hadn't eaten in days, but it's okay, she deserved it. She deserved to feel shitty, for ruining everything once again. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry and cracked lips, wincing when she tasted blood. Her mouth felt like the Sahara Desert, with how dehydrated she was. She also deserved that. She deserved every shitty thing that came her way.
Realistically, she knew she couldn't go on like that. She wouldn't last another day at that point. But she didn't get out bed, she didn't drink forty cups of water (no matter how much she wanted to), she didn't scarf down food like the fat pig she is, she didn't get dressed or brush her hair, and she didn't go to school.
School.
Robin didn't know if she could bring herself to go to school anymore, not when she knew she had no one waiting for her. Mr. Houser had left, getting rid of her only sanctuary during lunch him. God, what she wouldn't give to hear Mr. Houser's soft and kind voice, advising her on what to do next. He always knew what to do. Unlike Robin.
She didn't know if she could drag herself out of bed and face the empty halls, once filled with the memories of echoed laughter caused by her friends. She didn't know if she could bring herself to face the cafeteria and know that she now had no one to sit with. She didn't know if she could bring herself to resort to her old ways, skipping lunch and hanging in the toilets, praying that someone wouldn't knock on her door and talk about how she's taking a really long piss.
There was a knock on her door and she lifted her head ever so slightly, not answering whoever was waiting. She heard a sigh and something being set down outside her door. This had been happening for the past few days, and she knew it was her parents putting food and water out for her, praying that soon she'd open the door and have something, anything.
But Robin never did, because the pain in her stomach felt good, it was a kill switch for the pain in her mind. If she focused on that, maybe the rest of the hurt would go away. Recently, her mind felt like it was out of her body, which meant that it was working.
A solitary tear slipped down her cheek, and she frustratedly wiped it away. Crying didn't help anything, it wouldn't change what had already happened. Still, it felt good. So, the tears came pouring down her face, and she let them.
Robin was useless, always had been, and this just proved her point more.