Too lost for therapy - The Wombats

Twenty-five

The next few months were a bit of a blur. Murph was readmitted for 28 days and we moved out of the flat. Our lease was coming to an end anyway and I couldn't bare to be there anymore. Tord had found me crying on the bathroom floor so many times that I was worrying him. Laura thought I had some mild form of PTSD which I strongly ignored. Our new flat wasn't that far away from the old one or uni but the year was over now and I couldn't go back. Murph was going to reapply, since that last relapse, he had been more determined that ever to get himself back in order. I had visited my parents because I had been looking after Murph so much I use hadn't had time. They were grateful.

My old job had let me go since they didn't think I was mentally stable enough to work there anymore. I managed to pick up a barista job at Laren's which meant I could see the others more when they got back to uni. I had just finished my shift and was walking back. Tord and Laura had moved in with me and Murph full time. As much as she denied it, Laura was keeping an eye on me. I'd heard her and Tord talking about me. I got a text from Tord.
"Hey are you now on your way home?"
"I finish at 5 every day Tord, yes I am"
"Just wanted to make sure. Laura is now cooking tea"
Walking to and from work was pretty much the only time I got alone. And even then they were checking on me at every given opportunity.

I got home and hung my stuff on the racks. Tord was in the hallway before I'd even taken my coat off.
"Good day?" He asked. I shrugged, nothing dramatic ever really came from working as a barista.
"We've got Shepards pie for tea"
"Okay" I walked past him and went into my room off the hallway. It was blanketed in silence and I sat on the edge of my bed. I faced a pin board full of photos of our friend group, gig tickets, gig posters and random travel tickets. Everything on there meant something. My favourite photo was a picture of me, Tord and Murph on Halloween 2004, the year we met Tord. Murph's unkept hair was stuffed under a pumpkin hat and he was dressed in all orange. Tord had a second hand skeleton costume on and I was dressed as witch. My hat was wonky and slightly crushed. We were all drunk out of our minds, Murph was high as a kite as he was most of the first few months of uni. Mark had come over and taken a photo just had Murph accidentally spilt beer all down Tord's front. The expressions on their faces were priceless.

After tea, Tord suggested that we went out to Hannah's. Basically, Mark had texted him and encouraged him to try and get me out more. Tord wasn't the kind of person to suggest we go out.
"Who's gonna be there?" I asked him, resting my head on my hand.
"Mark, Clive, Sage, Damien, Amy and Becki" He told me. I pondered it for a while.
"Well?"
"Yeah okay"