𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

19. please

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WARNINGS: brief mentions
of depression!
third person again today  :).

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to say valerie was feeling low would be a huge understatement. she spent the morning not even bringing herself to move out of her comfortable bed, her hoodie and shorts hidden under the duvet that she refused to unwrap from her body. luckily, she had no plans for the day therefore she wasn't letting anybody down, and she was able to do this without feeling any guilt.

her mother had asked her if she was alright before having to leave for work, to which valerie just responded with a simple nod and smile. her phone notifications were going crazy, her friends being concerned from the lack of responses.

grieving was a weird thing for valerie to go through, she'd never been through the loss of somebody as close as her father before, so she didn't know what to expect. it came in waves, in her case, one day she was fine, the next she was mentally destroyed. on those days where it was the second option, she'd blur out the rest of the world and sleep away her problems.

sleeping didn't fix her problems, and deep down she knew that. but the thought of being able to sleep and not overthink every minor detail of her life made her feel that slightest bit better.

her mouth felt dry, not having drunk anything all day. the grumbling in her stomach simply got worse through the day, wanting to eat badly but not having the motivation or effort to make herself something.

the sound of an incoming call through her phone that she'd yet to touch in the day, despite it being almost five pm, only made her more irritated. with hesitation, she answered.

"hi, tom, what's up?" she spoke, answering the phone to her best friend of fourteen years.

"nothing, i called to ask you the same question." tommy responded, valerie being able to hear the pure concern laced through his tone. "are you alright?"

"yeah, 'm fine." valerie lied through her tongue, coughing slightly after. "i, er, just a little ill at the moment."

"you're such a liar." tommy scoffed, "you are my best friend, val, c'mon, talk to me."

"tommy, it's nothing, seriously." she sighed, trying not to get angry at the blonde. she knew he was only looking out for her, but she didn't need help, she didn't want it. "just because i don't answer your texts doesn't mean that i'm dead, tom."

"i know, i just, i worry about you." tommy mumbled, chewing the inside of his cheek. "you're not fine though– i just wish you'd admit that you have feelings for once, you're not alone."

"okay, i'm not fine. there you go. i don't need or want your help. i appreciate you looking out for me, but i can deal with it by myself, i'm grown."

"clearly you can't deal with it by yourself because you've not spoke to anybody, drank or eaten in two days. you're going to kill yourself with the way you act when you're sad. it doesn't have to be me, i understand that you don't want to talk to me, but please, valerie, i'm begging that you please speak to somebody."

both ends of the call went silent for a moment, valerie starting to take in his words whilst tommy waited for a response.

"how do you know?"

"how do i know what?"

"that i haven't eaten or drunk."

"because, val, your own mum has texted me asking if i've told you anything because she's worried about you. we're all worried about you– talk to us!"

"i don't want to, no, i do, but i don't know how." valerie admitted with a sigh, biting her bottom lip. "that sounds stupid but, i don't know. it's just that i feel like a lot of my feelings are stupid, and i shouldn't feel sad about it, i don't know what to say or anything. you know me, tommy, i like to do things by myself."

"i know you do," tommy started. "but you can't do that forever, just please, atleast just this one let us help you. you don't have to talk, i'll come over, bring you snacks and shit, we'll watch a film, take your mind off it for a bit; just anything that will help you."

feeling tears stream down her cheeks, valerie couldn't help but let out a laugh at the words about to leave her mouth. "okay, fine. only if we watch mean girls."

"oh fuck you, i'm on my way bitch." tommy rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see, and ended the phone with a swift press of a button. as much as he didn't want to watch mean girls, he was happy with the fact she finally agreed to a little help.