Don't feel like picking up my phone (Part Three)

Two days of university had been missed. A pile of laundry was left untouched. April ignored the sound of the phone, to return to hiding under her blankets. She had not left her bed in the last day (except to go to the washroom). And a couple of blinking messages of her phone were waiting to be answered.

If she ever got the energy. And right now... it was like April had no energy at all.

And the mysterious man who was behind everything looked pleased.