<Week Three>
Justin's been improving a little since his failed suicide attempt. He's been letting me feed him. And soon I'd like for him to feed himself. It's like he's afraid to eat. Or drink. And I can't understand why.
Today I thought I'd take him to a park. He really needed some fresh air and sunlight.
"Justin? You ready to go?" I ask walking into the room. Just as I did, he was slipping on his shirt, and I could see his body.
And what a body it was.
"Uh... Um... J-Justin?" I stammer.
He looks my way, pulling his shirt down. "I-I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay." I say taking a breather.
I walk into the kitchen grabbing my phone.
"Cassie? I'm ready." He rasps coming out.
I look up, smiling warmly. "Okay. Let's go."
I decided to take him to the park. It wasn't too many people there so, I figured everything would go smoothly.
"So... How do you feel today?" I ask as we sit on the bench.
"B-better..." He stammers.
"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"
He was quiet for a second. "Um... Do you ever think about having kids... A-again?"
I think for a second. Did I want to have kids?
"I've thought about it." I say, sighing.
"A-and?"
"I-I want to... But not for a while." I say looking at him. "Why?"
He clears his throat, looking down at his hands that were in front of him.
"I dated this girl. We started dating my junior year of high school. And we attended college together. She was... The love of my life. And we were together for... I guess two years. After we graduated high school, we moved in together. And she got pregnant. But she didn't want to have it. She wanted to... A-abort it. And she did..."
My heart broke. What woman would do something like that?
"She broke up with me. And... Then I got like this." He mumbles.
"Justin... What's your biggest fear?" I ask.
He looks at me. "My biggest fear?"
"Yeah. Your biggest fear."
He takes a few minutes. "I'm scared to be alone."
"And what makes you think you will be?" I ask.
"B-before I got like this, I had friends. I had f-family. I have two younger siblings and I haven't seem them since I was admitted to the hospital. My mom use to visit me regularly, but after a while, it became too much. And... Stopped coming."
"Do you want to see them again?"
"Y-yeah. I-I'd love to. B-but not til I get better."
My heart skips a beat. "You wanna get better?"
"Y-yeah." He stammers.
"And are you willing to do what it takes to get better?"
He nods his head. "Y-yes. Whatever."
I smile warmly. "Good. Now we're getting somewhere."
After a few minutes, we head to a restaurant for lunch. We laughed and talked about random things until the waitress comes. she takes our orders and leaves us be.
