I've Created the Sound of Maddness wrote the book on pain but I'm still here to Explain....

Ember: "Probably." I shrugged, then winced.

Reese: "I feel so bad that you can't even shrug, and there's nothing I can do," I frowned.

Ember: "I just gotta get used to this for time being." i told him.

Reese: "Alright, you hungry? I dunno where Myra is, she's usually cooking by now," I glanced back - nope, no Myra.

Ember: "I can go find her." I started to get up.

Reese: "No!" I pushed her gently back down and stood up myself. "I'll go find her.

Myra: There was a knock on my door, hopefully not Dima. "Come in."

Reese: I opened the door to see Myra on her bed, reading a book. "Er, it's past the time you usually make dinner...?

Myra: "Am I the only one who knows how to cook? Can't you fend for yourselves?"

Reese: "Well yeah, but -"

Myra: "Then you do it."

Reese: I sighed and returned to the kitchen. I made something easy - spaghetti - then called everyone down.

Ember: I sat cross legged on the couch. Reese wasnt going to let me move from this spot, so i gave up trying.

Dima: I came down and sat at the table.

Reese: I brought Ember some food then went and sat at the table. "Looks like Myra's a no-show again."

Dima: "I'll bring something up to her." I sighed, grabbing a plate and walkng back up stairs to her. "Mi, theres food if you want any."

Myra: "I don't," I said bluntly through the door. Couldn't he just go away?

Dima: "myra." I sighed, wlaking into her room. "Talk to me. Please." I sighed, sitting next to her.

Myra: "No, you have better things to worry about. Like your job. And money. And Ember basically being a cripple for the next two weeks."

Dima: "I can worry about that stuff later. Whats wrong with you?" i told her.

Myra: "I just don't feel as in control of anything anymore. Ember didn't trust me with her secret, but she trusted everyone else. There's the whole thing with you a few days ago. I didn't even make dinner tonight. I'm getting jealous of people, and I normally don't. And I want to tear up my stupid painting."

Dima: "Hey, you arent the only one she didnt tell. SHe didnt tell liam or anyone else." I told her, rubbing her shoulder. "And dont tear up the painting, its too good to do that two."

Myra: "I hate the painting," I lied. It was a painting of Dima and I, how could I hate it? Luckily he couldn't tell who the guy in the painting was, since it was only a silhouette. "Can we be done talking about me? There's another thing: There's been too much focused on me these days. I hate that kind of attention."

Dima: "What would you like to talk about then?" I asked her.

Myra: "I don't want to talk about anything, Dima. Remember? I didn't even want to talk about this," To make my point I looked back down and began reading again.

Dima: I sighed and rubbed her back gently.

Myra: "And then even when I'm a bitch you're still nice to me," I sighed.

Dima: "I always try to be nice to you. WOuld you rather me ignore you?" I asked her.

Myra: "Sometimes. I just don't deserve you. Deserve someone being nice to me."

Dima: "Yes you do." I sighed, kissing her cheek.

Myra: "Okay. Cool," I said, wondering how long it would take to get Dima to leave after giving him short answers.

Dima: I ticked her side to see her reaction.