Darkstache one shots

Bedroom

I'm not well, I haven't been for some time. I'm good at hiding things, actually I'm the best at hiding my feelings.

I've thrown up 4 times this morning. The curtains are shut, my entire body aches, I'm dehydrated from the constant vomiting. I'm a living corpse. I don't move from bed. No emotions show from my face. I'm lifeless. I feel lifeless.
'I need help. I need love. Real love. To be honest I can't tell what's real from what's not. I'm losing it. I'm losing my mind.'
I drifted off to sleep in the bed I've haven't moved from in weeks. I don't go outside anymore. I barely eat, when I do it's just junk.

He walks into the room, looking at me as I sleep. Tear stains on the pillow, my dead but living body sleeps. He walks over and pulls the blanket over me, looking around the room. Clothes on the floor, curtains hiding the sun, food packets over the floor, a bucket containing vomit that sits on the floor.
He says he loves me but I know it's all a lie. I've changed since we first me. And so has he. I was independent, now I'm weak, unstable, I'm incapable of being loved forever.

I'm losing sleep. When I do it's in the day. I can't think. I can't speak. I can't eat.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm stupid for letting him walk over me. Like I'm nothing. What would you do? Leave..or forgive.