Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 28

(Angel's POV)

Charlotte sat on her bed, looking frustrated. "I no understand why they do this," she said. "I already tell them I come here by mistake. I am transfer student, not patient."

Hande and I exchanged a sympathetic glance. "What did they say exactly?" Hande asked.

"They want me write letter," Charlotte replied. "Say I no make easy for them. But I no know what that mean."

Hande frowned. "That doesn't make sense. You've already explained the situation to them."

Charlotte nodded vigorously. "I know. But they just say I need write letter. Say I no cooperate."

Hande put a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll help you write the letter. We'll make sure it's clear and explains everything."

Charlotte looked relieved. "Thank you, Hande. I no know what I do without you."

For some reason, Cylan had not get gotten back after she left earlier looking sad. All she had said too was that she was going to the same management that was making things difficult for Charlotte. Dilada was nowhere to be found, as usual. She was always off doing her own thing, and we rarely saw her in the room. But the rest of us were concerned about Charlotte's situation.

We spent the next hour helping Charlotte write the letter, explaining what she needed to say and how to say it. She struggled with the words, but we were patient with her.

As we finished up the letter, Cylan walked into the room, looking sad.

Cylan walked into the room, looking really sad. She didn't say anything to us, just went straight to her bed. We all looked at each other, concerned.

Cylan, what's wrong?" Hande asked, trying to sound

talk to her, but she didn't want to talk. She just lay there, staring at the

This was unlike her - Cylan was always bubbly and always had something

the hours passed, Cylan didn't move or say a word. We went to the common room and we tried to watch TV, but it was hard to focus.

crying. My heart broke as I realized she was really hurting. I wondered what was wrong,

there, listening to her cry, feeling helpless. What had broken Cylan's heart? Was it something with

and going to her, but I didn't know if she would want me to. So I just lay there, listening to her cry, and wondering what

....

already seated at the table, playing with her food. I cautiously sat beside her, remembering how she had cried last night. Her eyes had a sad look to it, and it looked

and to my right was Hande and I tried to make small talk, but Cylan's silence was palpable. It was like a

stopped the flow of conversation immediately.

Cylan?" Hande asked, concern etched on

around the table nervously. "It's Emily," she whispered. "She's gone

felt a chill run down my

I asked, trying

barely audible. "I think the center had something to do with

But I knew she was

nodded, her eyes wide with fear. She glanced at Dilada

couldn't quite put

conversation stilted. Cylan was quiet, her eyes

as. A cleaner there and she and