I got some groceries before heading back to the flat. For the first time since Murph had been discharged, the flat was dead silent. Of course, this sent me into panic mode. I dropped the plastic bag and went rushing around the flat, shouting his name.
"Murph?! Murph! Where are you?!" I opened the door to the bathroom, wasn't there. The memories still made me gag and I froze for a moment. I was brought back by the front door opening. I heard a bang and a groan.
"Who the fuck left shopping in front of the door?" Murph shouted. I ran into the hallway to see him dressed, his messy hair tied up in a bun, stubble around his chin.
"Where have you been?" I asked him, picking up the things off the floor.
"Why are all the doors open?" Murph asked, avoiding my question and sounding slightly bemused.
"I was looking for you. Murph, I came back and the whole place was dead. I was..."
"Worried that I'd killed myself? I'm over that now. I thought it was Tord who followed me around like a toddler." He grabbed some crisps out of my hand and gave me a look before heading to his room.
I was sitting watching tv alone. It was Tord's night at his girlfriends and Murph hadn't left his room apart from to piss. My phone buzzed and it was a text from Mark.
"You okay? Amy told me what went down in the studio"
"I'm alright"
"Fancy coming out to Hannah's?" He asked. We'd played our first gig there about a year back.
"Who's there?"
"Me, Clive, Damien, Amy, Sage and Marnie" I collected my things and turned off the tv. I knocked on Murph's door.
"I'm heading to Hannah's, you wanna come?" I pushed the door open slightly to see him staring at the ceiling.
"Murph" I repeated and he looked at me.
"Hannah's?" I asked. To my surprise, he nodded his head.
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Too lost for therapy - The Wombats
Teen Fiction"He's gonna bring you down, Dan. I'm not gonna sugar-coat it, he's just gonna hold you back." TRIGGERS: This story contain strong mentions of suicide, self harm, PTSD and other mental illnesses throughout. Readers digression is advised.
