Danielle's POV
For the past few days, I haven't been eating, sleeping, or anything really. This lack of energy had just taken over me. The only thing that's kept me going is Luke. I've been staying at Sophia's house and Luke has dropped by everyday when Sophia is out with Michael. He's been trying to get me to eat, and I've eaten some bread here and there but I haven't eaten anything else but that for the past week.
"Hey" Luke said quietly as I sat in my bed in the same position I was in yesterday, the day before, and the day before.
I saw a bag of McDonald's behind his back. I felt bad because I knew he got me something, but I knew I wasn't going to eat it.
"I brought McDonald's" he said smiling.
"I want to eat it, but I can't" I said.
A face of worry was spread across his face.
"Please Dani, eat for me please, I can't lose you" He said grabbing my hands.
"I'll try" I said.
He handed me fries and a burger and it all looked like too much.
"Maybe I'll just eat the fries" I said.
Luke's concerned face returned, but just nodded and kissed my forehead.
"Are you ready to talk" he said softly.
I hadn't mentioned the real reason why I had been feeling this way.
I nodded and tried my best to say it without crying.
"Everything is coming down at once, with Allison, My mom, and I always have everything at the back of my mind where it's impossible not to think about those things"
"I think I need to take you to see a doctor"Luke said and I jumped.
"What?" I said.
"Not like a special doctor like a therapist, a doctor, I'm worried you might have some form of depression" Luke said.
He was looking out for the best in me, I knew that but I didn't want to go to a doctor.
He carried me out of the house and into the car, he seemed so eager to see this doctor.
When we arrived at the hospital and Luke started talking to a doctor and every once in a while he'd look at me with worried eyes, and back to the doctor telling her something.
After a while of Luke talking to the doctor, the doctor came over to me.
"Hi, Danielle is it?" She said.
"Yeah" I say nervously.
"Can I ask where your parents are" She said.
"I really don't know at all" I said starting to tear.
She looked surprised and with caring eyes she apologized for asking. She asked more questions, and I felt like I was being interrogated.
"We'll have to ask you to leave while we have a little talk with her" The doctor said to Luke.
"No, I need him to stay!" I said surprising loud.
The doctor looked at me, then Luke.
"He can stay for the first 10 or 15 minutes, but he will have to leave after that" She said.
"That's fine" Luke said.
She called in someone who asked me more questions, but in a more caring way, and a more slower way.
She asked me multiple questions that added up to what was really wrong. Which was different then people just saying "What's wrong" all the time.
I ended up telling her that the real reason I was feeling so depressed.
I was afraid of Luke leaving me.
