Unkept Promises // Brolby

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Chapter 7

Mansion by NF feat. Fleurie

"Colby? You can't stay in your room forever." Sam's voice was muffled behind the door.

    "Fuck off." I yelled into my pillow. I heard Sam sigh frustratingly before leaving. I didn't mean to be this moody and depressed but something triggered it and I just have to live with it. Unfortunately, so does everyone else.

    I had locked myself in my room this morning when I woke up. I felt sluggish and horrible. My head hurt and I just felt tired and angry. All these emotions swimming in my head just made me shut down. I laid on my stomach and just held the pillow against my face until I felt like I needed to breathe. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.

    I could faintly hear a car door shutting and one of the cars revving to life. After a while the sound of a car engine became distant, taking the driver with them. I wondered who'd left but I had no energy to get up and check.

My whole body felt numb. I didn't always have days like this. Maybe once every two months depression will immediately strike me and leave me struggling to comprehend what's going on, why I'm acting this way, and why I feel so alone. I slowly rise my hand to my heart, my fingers shaking. I feel the slow thumps making me sigh in relief.

I close my eyes and roll onto my stomach. I reach down and grab the piled up covers at the end of the bed and pull them over my body. I yawn and slowly get pulled under into my depression induced sleep.

I slowly wake up to a continuous knocking at my door and a muffled voice. I couldn't quite understand what the person was saying, but I couldn't care less. I closed my eyes again and let the noise drift from my mind and my ears to ring.

I wonder why I have these days. I had it good. I had friends. I was healthy. I had people who loved me for me and cared for me. Yet, in these times, I feel alone and hated and hurt. What if I was nothing to them? What if I'm just a charity case to them? What if they hate me?

I bit my bottom lip and snuggled as tears sprung behind my eyelids. I curled up and willed myself to stop the pity cries. I didn't deserve to cry. Other people have it worse.

The ringing in my ears soon stopped as soon as I heard my door open. I didn't bother trying to hide myself from the intruder. I shook and breathed heavily clenching the blanket in my hands, seeking some sort of comfort.

Footsteps sounded in my room and the door shut again. I heard it lock and I wondered if the person who came in saw how gross I looked and walked out in disgust, leaving me to wallow in my own depression and anxiety.

I was wrong.

I heard light steps on the wood flooring then the sound of someone taking off their shoes and finally the soft thuds of feet walking on a soft rug. I felt the bed dip in front of me, but I refused to open my eyes and see who the person is.

Suddenly, I felt a hesitant hand in my hair, running their fingers softly through the messy strands. I tensed for a moment before relaxing completely and letting the touch calm me.

From the touch, it didn't feel boyish. Long nails gently scrapped my scalp. I frowned and slowly opened my eyes letting trapped tears escape. I blinked a few times before looking over at the person only to see it was Devyn. She gave me a small smile and that gave me a confirmation to close my eyes again.

We'd been in this position before. She knew where my room key was. I trusted her. She helped calm me when I started to really freak out one night. She sat with me in my room and let me cry on her shoulder and vent to her on how I was such a failure and how I had fucked up. Nobody but her knew why I freaked out. It happening after a secret relationship ended horribly.

I slowly moved over to make room on my bed. She stood up before sitting with her back on the headboard, a pillow supporting her lower back so she wouldn't get too uncomfortable. I lift my head up before laying it in her lap. She continued to run her fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes and looked up at her to see that her phone was in her hand. She was probably texting Corey to let him know where she was. I closed my eyes and soon fell back asleep.

She was a good friend.