A week had passed and I had spent the majority of the time in my room.

"I'm ill!" I yelled to Jack who tried to get me to enter civilisation. He was on the other side of my door since I had once thrown a shoe at him after he had attempted something similar to this before. "I've got what Dante had!"

"Dante was faking it!"

"Saying I'm ill is a nicer way of saying fuck off to you!" I shouted. "But just to make things super clear- fuck off!"

"You're a bitch!"

"If I agree with you will you fuck off?"

"I tried!" Jack shouted and I heard his...