I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 11: T's therapist

Leah's POV

After dinner, T went to her room. Her mom told me that she had spent all day in bed.

"This can't go on like this..." I said to T's mom while she was getting ready to go home.

She sighed. "I know..." She closed her coat. "I think she needs help."

I gulped. "Do you think it's that bad?"

She sighed again. "I've seen her like this before... It can get worse," She took her purse and rummaged through it. "Here," She handed me a little card. "This was her therapist growing up."

I looked at the card, suddenly seeing this made T's past struggles so much more real. Don't get me wrong, I've never downgraded her problems but they seemed passed.

"Call her therapist, she'll help her." She showed me a small smile before heading off.

I closed the front door and looked at the card. I sighed as I realized I had to call a stranger. I hated calling people, even my own friends. I got so nervous about it. I was worried about saying the wrong things. I understand it may sound stupid to most people, I can't help it. It took me a few minutes to get the courage to actually call this person.

"Hello?" I heard a female voice say on the other side of the line.

I gulped. "Hello ma'am, you're speaking with Leah Jacobs," I gulped yet again. "I'm calling you for my wife, Talia Jacobs. Her mother gave me your number because she used to get therapy from you." Then I waited, hoping she would remember T's case.

"Yes," She finally said. "I've got her case here..." She trailed off, seemingly looking through it. "Is she able to come by or should I come to her?"

I raised my eyebrows, somehow I didn't expect this question. "Uhm... I don't know. She spent the whole day in bed, she doesn't really talk much, she's broken," I gulped, preparing myself to say the next line out loud: "She cut herself."

"Oh..." Somehow she seemed to understand the severity because of those 3 words. "I'll come by, I have time tomorrow, would that be possible?"

"Yes," I said without giving it much thought. "That'll work."

"Ok, tomorrow around 11?"

"Yes, perfect," I smiled. "We'll see you then." I then hung up and smiled. I put my phone down before going upstairs. I was cautious though as I didn't want to trigger T in any way.

I entered our bedroom and noticed how the curtains were closed, how the room was dark, how T had buried herself underneath the sheets, just how quiet and seemingly peaceful this room looked. But I knew better.

I walked to the bed and slowly sat down on the bed, next to her. I didn't do anything else, I just sat there. With her.

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The next day, I told some students in my class I wouldn't be at school today. Luckily, they would keep notes for me. I also got on T's computer to send an e-mail, pretending to be her, from her account to the school, telling them she would be absent today too. I knew she would need to see a doctor now to make sure she wouldn't get in trouble. So, I made an appointment for her at the doctor.

After all that, I prepared breakfast for us. I got some orange juice, coffee, an omelet, bread, chocolate paste... A broad variety of foods and drinks so she'd gain some strength.

I went back upstairs. "Baby," I said as I entered our bedroom. "I've got breakfast for us." 

I walked to the bed and sat down on it. I turned on the bedside lights and looked at her. She was still hidden underneath the sheets.

"Baby," I gently nudged her. "Breakfast."

Slowly she came from underneath them and looked at me, then her eyes landed on the tray I had brought along.

"Come," I patted her to sit up. "You must be hungry."

She slowly sat up, then she looked at the food.

"Here," I presented the food closer to her. "Take what you like."

T took a piece of omelet and ate. Seeing her eat made me so happy. It's funny how something so normal could make me feel this way.

We didn't really talk during breakfast. I knew T wouldn't respond to me anyway, so I didn't bother to try communicating with her.

After breakfast, T went back underneath the sheets. I could try to get her up but decided against it. Since she would get therapy, later on, I figured she could get some rest now.

I went back downstairs and did the dishes. Then I waited. I took this time to work a bit for school. It was so quiet at home. I remember before how I asked for this and, now that I have it, I'm restless. Maybe it's because I know T is laying upstairs. I wish she would just let me in, I wish she would just talk to me. I still don't know what happened and what caused her to do this to herself.

Around 11, the doorbell rang. I hurried to get to the door. I was both eager and nervous about this. I opened the front door. "Hello, come in."

The therapist smiled politely at me and entered the house. She undid her coat and hung it away. "How is she?"

I sighed. "I don't know..." I gulped. "She's in bed."

She nodded. "Can I go to her?"

"Yeah, sure," I walked her up the stairs. We walked to our bedroom. I stopped at the door and waited there. "She's in here, do I go in with you?" I asked, I didn't know how this worked.

"I'll go alone for now. I'm not sure if Talia is able to state her opinion whether she wants you present or not."

"Ok." I simply said.

She entered the room and closed the door. I stood there for a while. Perhaps some part of me was hoping the door would open again and I could join. When I noticed the door wouldn't open anymore, I decided to go back down.