Why Wait?

9

     ~~~Austin's dressing room~~~
When depression hits, it's really awful for everyone around me. I get snappy and really irritated easily. I don't eat and it's really hard for me to get up in the mornings.

Austin usually spends it trying to get me to eat. But then he gets mad and starts yelling at me. Then I start getting mad and say some things that I never mean.

It only lasts a few days but it feel like forever.

Right now, I was surfing through the channels when Ty and Luke walk in the dressing room. They each take a seat beside me and for a while, we all watch the show.

"I brought pizza," Alex says, walking in the room with a large box of pizza.

I look over at him. "Why?"

He shrugs. "We were all in the mood for pizza," he says simply.

I ignore him and turn back to the TV. But it got boring and everyone around me was eating now.

Austin walks in the room with drinks, Chance and Skyler following behind him.

"Kelli, do you want some?" Austin asks me, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza, my favorite.

"No," I say, standing up. "I'm going to the tour bus."

He purses his lips. "You should eat something. You wouldn't want to pass out again."

I roll my eyes. "I didn't pass out," I snap.

He glares at me. "But you do have to eat. It's been three days. And you know what the doctor said."

I tense up and him mentioning the doctor. He knows I don't talk about being bipolar. No that it's something to be embarrassed about. But it will make people treat me differently, not like an actual person.

All eyes were on me and Austin now. I don't know what to say because, yes, the doctor did talk to me about eating during my 'low moods' as he likes to call them. But how can you eat when you feel like you're going to throw up the whole time.

He stands up and hands me a slice. "Eat it," he tells me.

My eyes narrow. "Leave me alone, Austin. I'm fine."

He lets out a sharp laugh. "No, you aren't. Quit acting like you are and just eat the pizza."

Ignoring him, I turn around and walk out of the room. But he follows me out and grabs my arm. "You're being completely irrational. Why won't you eat?"

Crossing my hands over my chest, I look up to glare at him. "We go over this every time. I'm not hungry, Austin. Just leave me alone."

He looks at me for a while, his eyes hardening. "You're impossible."

"You're overprotective," I shoot back. "What seems to be the problem?"

Throwing his hands up in frustration, he turns his back to me and walks back into the room. After a long while, I am absolutely positive that he is not coming back.

I make my way back to the tour bus.

      ~~~tour bus~~~
I wake up to the smell of bacon and I immediately know it's Austin trying to get me to eat again.

I let out a groan as I force myself to get up. I grab a light jacket and my phone. I don't know where I'm going. I just need to get out of here.

"Where are you going?" Ty asks before any of the other guys can notice.

I groan. "I have to go somewhere," I whisper harshly. "Please don't tell Austin."

His brow furrows. "I don't think you're supposed to be sneaking out of here like that."