The Loving Kind- Chim

Chapter Thirty Four

Kimberley's POV:

"Morning Chez."

She makes some sort of grunting noise, not even making an effort to look up at me. Sitting crossed legged on the bed, she plays with Marley and from the look on the face i know today is gonna be a long one.

She's in a bad mood so all we can do is stay out of the way.

"The girls are coming later."

"Hmm?"

"I said the girls are coming later."

A slight nod is what i get for a reply

and to make it even better, she has an extra hour long meeting with her doctor today so this bad mood is gonna have to shift somehow.

"You're seeing the doctor an extra hour today."

"Can hardly hold my excitement."

"Right, well i was just reminding you."

"Yeah and if i needed a diary, i'd get one."

"Don't take this out on me Cheryl."

"Don't take what-"

"You know exactly what! You said you'd fight and being in a mood and taking it out on me is no way to start!"

"So how come everyone's been saying i'm doing well?! Are they just lying?!"

"No, you've been doing really well but because you've had a some good days doesn't mean you can get out of here and live your life, you're not ready to be alone yet-"

"Yeah cause i'm crazy. I'm mental."

"No-"

"Oh you know what Kimberley?! I'm sick of you, constantly thinking you know what's best! You don't, you're not always right and you're not inside my head so you can't tell me what i'm feeling!"

"Well tell me then!"

"What for? For you to take me to the doctors or get me some medication? No, thank you."

With that, she slams the door, taking Marley with her. The girls aren't coming till later either, it's going to be a long couple of hours until this meeting.

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"Cheryl, hi!"

I'm in the room looking into Doctor Green's room with the girls. She can't see me as it's only one way but even if it wasn't, she hasn't lifted her head since she walked in so there'd be no chance anyway.

"How are we today?"

"Fine."

"Ok, how are we really today?"

"I'm fine."

"Come on Cheryl, don't do this now. You've been doing so well-"

"Stop saying things like that! I'm sick of everyone saying i've been doing well, i haven't?! I haven't coped at all! You all think you know me so well but none of you have no clue!"

"Help us, help us understand. Tell

me!"

"Tell you what?! Tell you i cry myself to sleep every night, tell you how i feel everything's in slow motion because i have no hope for me in the future what so ever, tell you how much trouble i have getting up every morning just thinking of a simple reason for me to be awake, tell you how close i am too giving up on everything, on life, on myself."

She cries into her hands, Marley missing her attention and jumping at her leg. I'm practically itching with how uncomfortable this whole situation is, the girls all grabbing my hand and each other's as she sobs.