Chapter Twenty Four: The Boys

Jonah stared at the wall, tapping his pencil against the night stand. The rest of him was motionless and he was completely oblivious when Nick opened the door to their room, stared at him for a minute and slammed it shut.

“Dude you have to leave this room. It’s been almost a week and take a damn shower! I can smell you from here!” Nick yelled. Nick stomped further into the room and threw himself on his bed. Jonah knew Nick was right but he didn’t move. He continued to stare and tap his pencil mindlessly.

“When was the last time you ate, bro?” Nick asked, continuing to fill Jonah’s awkward silence. Again Jonah didn’t answer. His whole body felt numb and dried out. No matter how much Jonah blinked, his eyes still felt tired and dry. His throat was like a desert with tumbleweeds. He had a giant water bottle next to him that Nick had brought him earlier but it sat there unopened and untouched.