Andy

September 18th

Sleep was all I ever wanted now. Tom had officially come out with a statement about a week ago, he said he was going to do an interview with Oprah, explaining everything and setting things straight. My heart pounded constantly if I thought about it for too long, I was counting down the days until it aired, only 3 more to go.

I was still refusing any news outlets and media that contacted me, they all seemed much more interested in Tom rather than my story. Which stung, quite a bit, Ro always made me feel better. She gave me the number for her therapist and I started about 5 days ago. It was going well, 2 sessions a week. The weight on my chest was beginning to feel lighter, not nearly light enough to breathe comfortably though.

Dr. Erin was also trying to push me towards talking to my parents again, they didn't even know I was missing until the story and my name hit the news along with Tom's. They even started calling me, but I ignored every attempt, I wasn't ready. "You know they love you." Ro reminded me, we were sitting on the couch with a fuzzy blanket being shared by the both of us, eating take out chinese food.

"Yeah, I know. I'll talk to them, just not now. When I'm ready." I haven't even touched the countless voicemails they've left me. Ro has spoken to them, they called her to try to talk to me, she explained to them that I wasn't ready to talk. It didn't go.. awful? They were upset but she talked them down and they agreed to give me a bit of space until I was ready. That didn't stop my mom from calling once everyday though. I silenced her call and picked up my carton of chowmein. "Still no call from him." I mentioned.

"What an ass." Ro rolled her eyes. "I mean, he was stuck on an island with you for 2 months, practically falls in love with you and now that you're both saved he can't even call to check in on you? I don't like him."

"He's probably dealing with a lot." I defended. "We were stranded on an island, totally thought we were gonna die there and never see our loved ones again. That's a lot of trauma just in it self." Ro nodded, agreeing but still muttering that she didn't like him. "A text would be nice though."

"In just 3 days, you will see the priemier of Tom Holland's tell all of his 2 months stranded on an unknown island. Tune in on thursday at 4pm EST and 1pm PST."

My stomach churned, "Ugh."

"What do you think he's going to say?"

I sighed, "I... I don't know. Honestly. The truth, hopefully. Whatever the truth may be."