My very awful story.

Ello. It was 6am and I was bored so I decided to write a very awful story. Well it's not like-- ... Dan and Phil are in it. If you don't know who they are then that's ok. If you do know who they are, then that's just awesome. Okay? Okay.
I'm sorry because I can't write and this is awful. Please don't judge me. Please.  ...Sigh.
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I slowly opened my eyes. There were no screams coming from the kitchen. I didn't smell that usual scent of cologne mixed with rotten eggs.That's when I realised there were soft snoring sounds coming from another room. And there was no extra bed, the bed that had been empty for the past five years.Instead, I saw dark blue walls, a clock that was making the usual tic tac sound and I heard voices coming from outside. The sunlight was coming through the window.It was... Peaceful.The white door slowly opened and someone stepped inside. "Are you alright?" I nodded in response and smiled."Are you sure this isn't a dream?" I asked. "Yes, I'm sure, Skylar." "Call me Sky." "Do you want some tea?"  "Yes, please."He walked out and left me alone again; something I didn't really mind. I'm not even sure where I am and who I'm with; all I know is that I'm safe.
By now Tasha would be running around trying to find me something to eat. I usually got a sandwich; always shaped like something else. A llama, a boat, a cat.I would ask her how it was possible to make a sandwich shaped like that in ten minutes. She'd just laugh and walk out, to get me some tea. Now I wasn't sure if I would ever see her again."Sky, are you coming?" A familiar sounding voice interrupted my thoughts and I nodded. Oh, right, he couldn't see me. I hopped out of bed and slowly walked out of the now familiar bedroom."Dan's in the kitchen. Here's your tea. Please don't break the teacup, I just recently cleaned around here." I giggled. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't scared."Phil?" "Yes?" "Thank you."He handed me my teacup and smiled."No problem."---------------------------------------Somewhere in February 2010 the bed next to mine was empty. June wasn't sitting on it, writing in her diary. The diary that was falling apart; just like herself.It's like it broke along with her. The only difference was that a diary couldn't heal; a person could.  But the bed was empty. I sniffed. No strawberry scent.Instead, I smelled rotten eggs. "Ew," I whispered. Tasha came running in; a plate in her hands. "Sky! You're awake! Wait... Where's June?" She didn't know either.Tasha always knew everything. That's the reason why I liked her so much; she loved adventures and wasn't afraid to get caught. "I... Was hoping you knew."She put the plate down and sat down next to me. "I'm afraid her escape plan worked." "Wait, what?" "She told me she wanted to escape. She didn't tell me how or when,just that she wanted to." She shook her head when I didn't respond. "I'm so sorry. I thought that... If she'd escape one day, you would be with her. You two do everything  together."She had a point. Why wouldn't June ask me to come with her? Maybe she forgot. She always forgot the important things.She did remember silly things like what time it was, where the glue was, Tasha's birthday, the color of my shoes. One time she pointed out that there was a little hole in my favoriteshirt; she said that she would fix it. And she tried. She left with my shirt and came back empty handed. She hugged me."I'm sorry, Sky. Maybe you will see some model wearing it in one of those magazines one day. But for now, it's gone."I had nodded and pointed out that I wasn't gonna be able to read any magazines."Well, at least they don't stop bringing us food and clothes," she had replied.
"Sky? Do you want some eggs?" I was back in Dan and Phil's apartment. "No, I hate eggs. Do you guys have any magazines?"