"No..." Diaval said, looking up at the TV.
(Amar is really hungry but because she is so depressed she doesn't feel hungry, and doesn't want to eat. When she told Ashton that she wouldn't eat the food she thought Ashton might force her to eat so that she wouldn't starve. Do you understand now?)
Amar felt sad as Ashton left, wanting to run after her and explain herself. She had just began to believe she had a friend and now she would never see her again. This had happened again and again- her putting her trust in someone who either used her, or left her behind to be forgotten. Amar sat down in the doorway with her back against the frame, staring down the hallway, her face sickly pale-as pale as snow from a fever that throbbed in her head. At that moment Amar decided that as long as lived in this place, which she expected to be the rest of her life, she would never trust anyone again. She had been hurt by people way to many times, and every time something inside her disappeared as if every time she was hurt it gnawed away at her soul, every time hurt twice as much as the time before, until she was left with a little peice of her heart that she locked away deep inside her until no one could see her for the princess hearted girl that she was.