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He Finds Out You Have Depression-(Richard Sherman)-For Nanayaa

"Nanayaa, babe, come on you have to get up." You curled into a small ball under the abundance of sheets, your back facing him. "Really, you don't want to be late again" Richard added. You opened your swollen and puffy eyes; the emotionless ones that wet your pillow at night with silent tears. Outside was dreary and rainy; thick clouds were overhead. All week it seemed to have been raining; and even when it was sunny, it still didn't brighten your mood. The lights in the bedroom were off. You felt the bed dip down by you. "Nanayaa" Richard sung in your ear, his dreads brushing against your face. You felt your heart break. You weren't good enough for a man like Richard. You put a fake, but bubbly smile. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up." You made sure you didn't face him, so he wouldn't see your tears. You went into the bathroom after grabbing some underwear and a bra. You started the hot water and stepped in.

Here..this was the place that a life was lost.

You placed your hands your flat stomach.

Here..was the place you had lost your child.

It was terrifying, the moment contiounsly played over and over in your head. It was the day Richard won the Super Bowl that you had planned to tell him. You never did. You remembered the cromsion blood running down your legs, and painful cramps.

Your baby.

Richard's child.

You never told Richard. You didn't want him to know. You didn't tell anyone. Your emotions were kept bottled inside. You got out of the shower and grabbed on of the towels off of the rack. It killed you. Your doctor even tried to reassure you. His words haunted you. "You're still young Nanayaa, there will be plenty more chances for you and Richard to try again." His reassurance didn't help you find hope. If anything it made it worse. 'What if it keeps happening?' You dried off and put on your underwear. When you emerged from the bathroom, Richard was nowhere in sight. 'He must've left to the training facility.' You went back into the bedroom and took your anti-depressant pills out of your drawer, then you walked into the kitchen and filled up a cup with cool water.

Every time you had to take these pills you dreamed you would be happy again. You shook the bottle too forcefully, making pills spill out every where. "Shit." You began to pick out the pills of the countertop. "Almost forgot my-" Richard stopped, and looked down at the pills. You froze. Richard walked over and picked up the bottle. "Anti-depressant pills? What's going on?" "Nothing, I just get a little sad at times-" "Please, don't lie to me tell me, Nanayaa. You can trust me." Your lip trembled and tears fell. "I lost the baby." "What baby?-Y-you were pregnant?" You nodded. "I was going to tell you b-but-" you sobbed loudly and broke down, falling limp into Richard's arms. He shushed you, stroking your arm softly. "Everything is going to be okay. We're going to get through this together, and when we do you're not going to need those pills anymore."

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