"Ky, I've been doing some thinking," I start off, checking his reaction.
"Good, good. Have you told your therapist?" He asked, supportively.
"No," I swallow quickly, to stop my throat closing up, "It's just that you've been here every afternoon as soon as school lets out, and you come on the weekends."
"Of course, I want to be here for you," He looks at me quizzically, "Is something wrong?"
"No. I don't know, maybe. Sometimes, it just feels like I'm a sinking ship, and I'm taking you down with me. You'd be better off without me," I say, staring at my feet the entire time.
"Don't say that!" He jumps to his feet, "You're going to get better. You are. I want to be here, no one's forcing me."
"But. . .don't you ever wish you had a girlfriend that wasn't so. . .I don't know, depressed all the time?"
"You aren't always depressed. I know of ways to make you smile," He winks, a grin creeping across his face.
In spite of myself, I give him a tiny giggle, and he pulls me into a hug, leaning down to kiss me again and again, reassuring me with every breath that he had no intentions of ever leaving.
"I love you, and there's no way you can get rid of me. If you try leaving again, I'll be with you. In a coffin, by your side," He murmured.
"You steal all of your lines from Pierce The Veil songs, don't you!" I accused mockingly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"All for you. . ." he sang softly, voice like an angel, lips like silk.
The amber light shifted around us, and I slowly looked up at him, losing my self in the flecks of green and gold in his clear blue eyes.
"I will always love you, nothing's going to change that," I whispered, searching his eyes for any doubt. I found none.
"I love you too, always and forever."
"Look, I know all of this is hard for you," he continued, "I just want you to know I'll do anything I can to help. It was really scary to leave you every night wondering if I'd ever see you again."
"I'm so sorry," I bit my lip to stop the tears threatening to burn out of my eyes. Liquid fire running down my face.
"No, no it's not your fault. I get that you really miss your friends. Did I tell you that I was best friends with Cassidy's older brother? He stopped talking after she died, never returned any of my calls. The family moved away."
"Oh," Truth be told, I hadn't bothered keeping up with Cas or Abby's families. Now I feel horrible, I swear I'm going to talk to them as soon as I'm out. I never did before because I was worried they'd blame me for surviving.
"You know what?" Ky said, jarring me out of my thoughts, "You've been here for how long? Three days now?"
He pauses to look over at me and I nod.
"Well, then do't you think they'll let you out for an afternoon if I can convince your therapist that it'll help you?"
"Probably not," I shake my head, fighting a smile.
"We'll see about that," His eyes light up mischievously. Those doctors have no idea what they're in for.
So, after a lot of pleading and pushing, he convinced them.
"Where are we going?" I say, bouncing in the passenger seat of his truck.
"Suicide Squad. We're going to see it," he states.
"Really? Suicide Squad? Do you even begin to grasp the irony of me, ME, going to see a SUICIDE movie?" I recoil in shock.
"Of course," he smirked, "Your doctor got it too. Said it would be good for you to have some exposure."
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"By the way, Suicide Squad isn't about suicide, and don't ask any questions, okay? You'll just have to wait and see," he added as an afterthought.
I was expecting to be horribly disappointed, but the movie wasn't half bad. No real emo can resist some Harley Quinn. Not even if her movie's title is horribly misleading. We had an incredible time, and after the movie was over, we went Subway.
I'm pleased to announce that I ate a couple bites of Ky's cheese pizza. If there's one thing we always agree on, it's the wrongness of cruelly slaughtering an animal and eating it's lifeless corpse.
Maybe this recovery stuff isn't as bad as I thought.
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Mirror Mirror Can't You See, What You Show Is Killing Me
Teen FictionTwo years ago, Caia lost everything and everyone she loved. Now every day is a struggle; she's lost the ability to eat, and not care. Counting calories, and days since the tragedy, Caia's not sure she wants to live anymore. The only one who can con...
