Don't Let Me Be Gone~A Tythan Story

When will I get better?

*Ethan's POV*

Ever since we all got home from the hospital, they've been really protective over me. I left a couple weeks ago and ive started therapy again.

The only reason why I hate seeing a therapist is because of the bad experience I had last time. After a good three years of therapy, my therapist finally told me, "Maybe life isn't for everyone." That hurt. The one person who had faith in me, lost it.

My new therapist is a lot better and he goes to handling my emotions very well.

I feel like a child around Tyler and Mark. Multiple times a day, they would check my arms and sometimes even my legs. They monitor my food intake, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I haven't even eaten lunch or breakfast in a couple years.

I've thought about throwing away the suicide note, but I haven't had the courage yet. they don't know about it, and what they don't know won't hurt them right?

"Hey Eth, I've been needing to talk to you." I turn around from my computer to see Tyler at my doorway. he grabs a chair and sits next to me. "Me and Mark are not going to check your arms anymore, okay? We've been thinking that you are getting better, and we trust you." Wow that surprised me.

"What about watching me eat and stuff, that's kind of uncomfortable too Tyler." He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know Ethan, can we trust you?" He looked disappointed, which made me feel really bad. "Of course, you've seen my improvement. I've gained 8 pounds in two weeks since the whole, 'incident'." He smiled, and put his hands through my hair which just made me giggle.

"I'm really glad you're getting better Ethan, eventually I'm going to ask you aomething, but I want to make sure you're all better, okay?" What does he mean.

"Okay Tyler, I'm trying my best." He walked over and gave me a hug, he whispered something in my ear but I couldn't quite understand what he said. After that, he left.

I had therapy later today. I don't necessarily mind it, but it is kind of uncomfortable going.

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Therapy session.

"So Ethan, we're going to do the basic questions, okay?" I just nodded.

***/Bolded letters is the therapist/***
***/Italics is Ethan/***

"On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel today?"

"Four."

"What have you eaten today?"

"An apple, and a cup of macronni."

"If you could describe one word, on how you feel today, what would it be?"

"Lost."

"Have you took a blade to your wrist recently?"

"No."

"Have you been skipping meals?"

"No."

"What happened today Ethan?"

"My friends said that they trust me enough to not check my arms and to not value my food intake."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Lost."

"Why?"

"Because they've controlled me for the past couple weeks, and t just feels wrong."

"We're going to try something new today."

"And what is that?"

"Ethan, you say you feel lost about not having other people control you. You started self harming and starving yourself because you wanted something to control, is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to get you a new prescription. But, you still have to take the anti-depressents, anxiety pills, and insomnia pills, okay?"

"That's so many pills. What are you diagnosing me as?"

"Bipolar disorder. You will need to pick up your prescription at the pharmacy later today.

"Okay."

"Your session is over now, Ethan."

"Okay, thank you."

I walked out of the therapist office very shaky. Could I have anything else wrong with me? I throw my hands in the air and start walking back to the house.

I walked through the door to be met with Mark sitting on the couch sucking some girls face off, she looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Oh, hey Ethan, I thought you were at therapy?" I just ignored him and went to Tyler's room.

I quietly knock on the door to where hopefully Tyler could here. "Come in." He said in his cheerful voice. I walk in and see him at his computer playing geometry dash. "God dang it! I can't get passed this level!" I couldn't help but giggle and then sit on his bed.

"So, Ethan? How did therapy go today?" I just looked down, trying to fight the tears, because I really didn't want to tell him that I had more things wrong with me. "It was okay, I got a new prescription though." Tyler looked away from the game causing him to die every time, and looked towards me. "Oh yeah? What for?" I couldn't help it. I cried. I didn't want to have perscription pills fix me, why did I have to be broken in the first place?.

"Oh, baby blue boy, please don't cry, everything will be alright." He gave me a nice warm hug which calmed me down a little bit.

"H-he said that I-I have b-bi-bipolar disorder." I couldn't stop crying, and my breathing became a little disoriented. "Hey Eth, don't worry, please. I care a lot about you, and a bipolar disorder will not destroy you, you understand me?" He started rubbing my back in circles so I would calm down.

"Thanks Tyler, you always know what to say." He gave me a nice big smile.

"Do you need to go get your perscription?" I just nodded.

"Well, come on! I'll drive"