Depression/ anxiety one shots

Friends help friends. (Tw sh ⚠️)

" Hello." Phoebe said as she picked up the phone.

" Hey. You said I could call so I'm calling." I said crying.

" Oh Bea. You relapsed huh?" She asked sadly knowing she was likely right.

" Yeah. I'm so sorry." I said ashamed.

"It's alright. I'll come over, okay." She said and drove over to my place.

I let her in and as I opened the door she hugged me.

" Did you clean yourself up already?" She asked.

" No and I'm not going to." I said.

" You need to though. And if you don't do it I will. I'm serious Bea." She said sternly.

" No I don't want it to be done so it won't be done!" I said getting snappy with her because I was embarrassed.

" Woah. Breathe okay. Come with me to the bathroom and let me clean you up okay? I won't be alarmed. I've seen cuts before." She said.

" Okay fine." I said reluctantly and I followed her into my bathroom.

" Show me." Phoebe said suggestively and not demanding.

I lifted my shorts up and showed her my thigh.

" I know. I know it's bad." I said as I stared at her blank expression.

" It is bad. I'm not gonna pretend it isn't, but it's gonna be okay. You don't need stitches or anything and once I clean you up you should feel much better. I'll make you something to eat okay?" She said.

" Okay." I said and she got out a washcloth and wet it in the sink before squatting back down to clean off my thighs.

I winced as she went over one of the worse ones.

" I'm sorry." She said hesitating a minute before starting up again.

" It's okay." I said. I'm used to it.

She looked at me with sad eyes but continued to fix me up. She lathered Neosporin across my thighs and then bandaged them.

She stood up and stretched out her hand to help me up. I winced again, as me standing changed the bandages position a bit.

" You don't have to be used to this forever. If you're ready to start trying to recover, I'm here." She said as she set me up at a bar stool while she got out ingredients to cook with.

" I don't know if I am, but when would I ever be." I said. " I can't say I'll stop for good right away, but I can say I'll try to stop as much as I can." I know it's bad.

" That's good, I appreciate that, because I hate seeing my friend suffering like this, you deserve better." Phoebe said.

" Thanks" I said with a slight smile.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before she spoke, looking anxious. " I know it's not always related, but I gotta ask you Bea, have you wanted to or tried to do anything more, uh, more permanent?"

" Wanted to yes, I've never tried though. I wouldn't do that. I promise. I can't promise that stopping won't make the thoughts worse though. I'll need to find a new outlet." I said.

" Okay well will you call me whenever the thoughts get bad though, please?" She asked.

" Yes I promise I will." I said.

" Okay good. Now about that outlet. Have you thought about writing? I know you like to do that." She asked.

" I've never really tried, I guess. I'll give it a chance. What do I write though?" I asked.

" Anything, everything you feel, write it. Just let your head put pen to paper. It helps me sometimes when I feel really down. I know it's not the same for you but it might help." She suggested.

" Thanks Pheebs. I'll try it." I said.

" That's good to hear, but if it doesn't work just call me. I really do mean it, like 3am, 6pm, 11:30am, I don't care when, just call and I'll be there." She said.

" I will." I said. " And that means a lot, thank you."

" Of course. Now enjoy this food I made." She said with a little laugh as she plated it up and gave it to me to eat.