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James
Waking up, I feel dead, honestly. My motivation and hope oozed out of me at some point. The light shining in my eyes burns, as I roll over away from it, groaning. Pulling the covers over my head, blocking out light, literally and metaphorically. I feel as though I could sleep forever, as I’m drained of everything. “Good morning James.” Is mumbled beside me, the raspy voice coming from it’s half asleep owner.
I don’t respond.
My motivation to even talk? Gone. “Hey James, you okay?” A pair of lean arms are wrapped around me, but I shake them off as quickly as they come. “Please just leave me alone.” I mumble from beneath the sheets, as I try to go back to sleep.
The arms don’t come back, which I’m grateful for, as all I want to do is lay in bed. “Come on let’s get out of bed, you can take a shower, change your clothes, then take your meds. You just gotta do that, come on.” Thomas encourages me, as I just lay there. “Thomas, please just leave me alone.” I plead, as he just lays there. He sighs, getting up, and walking out of the trim, muttering something under his breath.
Thomas
Please just leave me alone, echoes in my head, as I try to make sense of it all. I grab his pill organizer, putting today’s in a medicine up, while grabbing a water bottle. He needs his medication. Walking back to the bedroom, I set the pills on the bedside table, and gently pull the blanket away from him. His hazel eyes have now turned a more gray, dulling green. “Look I have your meds, please take them.” I murmur quietly, biting back tears, as he takes his meds. His mother and her suicide attempt triggered a depressive episode, I should have known it would happen. I’ll have to watch him though, as to make sure he does not try anything. He pulls the blanket to his chin, sitting in silence, as I stare at him.
“I’m sorry.” James mutters pitifully, and quite raw. “You don’t need to be, you didn’t leave me, why should I leave you?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair gently. He pulls himself into a ball, his knees to his chest, as he lays there. “James you need to take a shower.” I coo softly, tryin to just get him out of bed. Which I should know is not gonna happen willingly, but I can try. “Please stop, Thomas.” He mumbles before rolling over. Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I walk over to my side of the bed, crawling into bed with him. He bought a TV for this room, which I’m grateful for, as I switch it to a movie. “We can just lay here, alright? Watch a movie together.” I explain, as he perks up in interest at the noise.
He wraps an arm around my waist, his hand balling the fabric. As James buries his face into my chest, a soft whine escaping his lips, I split my attention between him and the movie. “Did you call off from work James?” He nods quietly in response, his curly hair tickling my neck. His breathing starts to even out, and slow, as he falls asleep nuzzled into my chest. His phone goes off on the bedside table, so I pick up, looking at the contact, tempted to chew someone out as it’s Tyler.
“Hello?” I pick it up, attempting not to sound hostile.
“Ah Thomas, how are you?”
“What do you want Tyler?” Don’t sound hostile, don’t sound hostile.
“I need to talk to James, is he available?”
“No.” I affirm harshly, hoping he gets the hint, before hanging up.
“Who was it?” James mumbles hoarsely, and I’m contemplating if I actually wanna tell him. “It was Tyler.” I sigh, and James doesn’t respond. The one thing James doesn’t know, is that I got a job, yes a real one. Which is pretty nice, you know, so I can actually provide. Running my fingers through his hair gently, the curly locks, so cute. He pulls the blanket around him better, reminding me, he needs food.
I get up, well attempt to, before a strong hand is tugging at my shirt, pulling me back to the bed. “You need food, James, both of us need food.” Instead of persisting, James just lets me go, burying back under the blankets.
Walking out, I look through the fridge, my search coming up with an apple. Why does he keep apples in the fridge? Cutting up the apple, I put it on a plate, along with a cinnamon roll, yes I may have eaten two. Okay maybe 3…. but anyways…. I take the plate back, giving it to James, who takes two apple slices, and just is done. Depression makes your appetite go away… “Please James? Try..” Sighing, he takes a bite of the cinnamon roll, and sets it on the table. I feel the need to pressure him more, but for some reason something stops me. “Either let me live how I usually live, or please just leave me alone.” He rolls away from me, and suddenly I feel alone, the harsh words finally eating at me. That’s when the tears come, at first just a slight burn in my eyes, a sniffle here and there, but then it becomes sobbing. Sobbing at the fact, that he is giving no attention to his life.
He rolls over to face me, his face pale, but he looks at me with loving eyes. “Why are you crying?” Instead, it is my turn to play silent, as I’m crying about everything. He has no regard for his life, he does not care. A pair of strong arms are wrapped around me, that pull me to a person. “I’m sorry, and I love you.” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I love you too, please don’t leave me.”
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Thank you -soare for helping me. I would not have been able to write this chapter without them, also, go follow them!
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