chapter 6

Dear Diary, 
                   where should i start today? well my depression is developing, especially after istatha bebe threatened me. Right now i hate her! i love her for looking out for me but i hate how she's doing it. She can literally ruin me. My mother started realizing too, it wasnt just rakan, they started realising something was bothering me. You see diary, you know im a food lover and i love both sweet and salty things yet i stopped eating. 

It's been a week in switzerland (sorry i dont remember which country i chose before :p)  and well my health isnt at its best right now. Everyday rakan would ask me what was wrong and all i would say was "nothing" , "dont worry i'm fine"....
I turned pale. Got hay fever and now i was really stuck in bed with nothing but my laptop, and i was forced to eat food because well apparently im on the verge of becoming anemic. The hotel doctor dropped by yesterday and gave me like 6 different packets of medicine. 
My routine turned to wake up, food, medicine, laptop, food, medicine then sleep. Fun right?!

Everyday rakan tried getting it out of me and the entire time i never spoke to bebe. Until one day...

On BBM...

arwa: meera i need to talk to you about something

me: whats wrong? what happened now?

arwa: meera its your cousin 

me: what happened? 

arwa: she asked me about rakan...
          and she said "make sure meera and rakan arent together and if they are you better tell me or else"

back to reality...

Diary, what should i do with myself?! what the hell, now they threaten my bestfriend!
my own cousins! wow what a family i have. they didnt even have the decency to come and ask me. they just made their own assumptions. nice, okay bebe, its on.

On BBM...

me: thank you bebe! you made my own cousins make assumptions about me and judge me. i didnt think you were that type of person

bebe: no problemo cutie. you'll see more when you're back :*

back to reality..

 i cant even move from this bed, so i have no clue how to deal with this bitch. 


mama: meera get up and pack your bags please. we're going back to kuwait.

me: why so early?

mama: because it seems like Switzerland's weather isnt doing you any good. 

i didnt talk to rakan for the rest of the day, or to anyone. i didnt want to go back. i was so scared and nervous because of bebe and my mother sounded so fishy. could bebe have told her?! no no she wouldnt, would she?