How To Save A Life

Chapter 4

It wasn't long after I got home that I recieved a text. It was from Sean thanking me again for the ride home. I know about as much about talking to boys as my five year old cousin, well less probably, so I really have no idea what to text him back. I mean you're welcome works of course, but does he actually want to have a conversation? I just talked to him back at the doctor's office so I can't imagine he would want to talk to me again today. I try to keep my ineractions with non-family members to once a day, but I guess maybe he likes others more than I do. You see I'm not like Mavis, who can't talk to people, I just really don't like other people.

I send him a quick 'You're welcome, anytime!' text to Sean then, feeling confident that I won't get a text back, I head to the bathroom to take a shower. Showering is something of a sacred ritual to me. Okay, that makes me sound like I'm in a cult. I'm not in a cult I just really enjoy the clean feeling that comes with taking a shower, much like I enjoy the clean feeling that comes with washing my hands. It's comforting in a way that I can't explain and eases my anxiety so well, it feels like it's washing away any lies or half-truths I told today. Telling lies and half-truths makes me feel rather dirty and unsanitary overall, oh the joys of OCD.

After my shower I head back to my room and discover that I actually have a text message. Huzzah! I'm popular. Okay not really, but seeing as I don't actually go to school or leave the house often it is actually quite exciting for me to have a text message. It's from Sean, no surprise there he's the only person who has my number and would text me. I feel sort of bad because it was sent twenty minutes ago and it's too late now to have a conversation, probably. Well I like to go to bed at ten thirty, sue me. I open the message and read it.

" I might take you up on that offer, Scott isn't really into driving his crazy friend around when he could be driving girls around. I mean I don't think he minds really unless he had something else he could be doing at the time that he'd rather be doing. I don't blame him or anything, I just hate feeling like a burden." Jesus Christ Sean you didn't have to write me a book.

" It's really no problem! Even if it's a day Maz, short for Mazie which is short for Mavis, doesn't have to be there I can still give you a ride. I really don't leave the house much so this could be good for me." I send back quickly.

I recieve a text from him a few minutes later saying: " That's really cool of you to do that for me, I'm happy to be of assistance in getting you out of the house."

"Yeah my parents will probably thank you! They worry I'm turning into Mavis."

"Well I don't know about that. you talk way more than Mavis does."

"She used to talk more, she really did. She used to go out more than I did before she had a break down."

"So they worry that will happen to you?"

"Something like that. They worry they'll have to actually put time in to caring about me."

"Wow, someone's a little salty. I take it you aren't fans of them?"

"Not so much. But it doesn't matter anyway I have Mavis."

"That's cute. Is she like your bestfriend?"

"Yeah well I don't really have any other friends."

"Well then consider me a friend. 10:45 is way past my bed time so I should probably go;) Goodnight!"

I send a goodnight back and quickly get ready for bed. It's eleven before I finally fall into bed and I'm exhausted. I slip on my nightime protection gloves, so I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night to wash my hands, and lay down to fall asleep. It doesn't take long before my eyes won't stay open.