No more necklace again. Well, that was for the best, provided Nathan actually did hide it. For all I knew, he could be using it for his own gains. But even if that was the case, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Once again, I was a prisoner in my own home. If I wasn't on my best behavior, I was to be locked away again. What a pain!

I hastily ate my food, eager to regain all the strength I could so I would be able to walk without worrying about falling flat on my face and having that misinterpreted as an attempted suicide or something nonsensical like that. I was on my own - no one seemed to really want anything to do with me anymore, especially not Vivian. After all that had happened between us, I couldn't really blame her. I was more comfortable without her around, too. 

I demanded that the chef bring me seconds, and would have asked for thirds if I hadn't already felt stuffed to the brim. I was going to give myself stretch marks if I tried to regain my strength this quickly - but what did that matter? No one would ever want to be with a crazy girl like me anyway. I had lost all the trust of the people around me simply because I had wanted to die. I was surprised I wasn't being accompanied by a guard at all times.