Depressing Short Stories/Poems

I Want To Help You

I heard my boyfriend knock on the bathroom door and froze, hovering over the sink. "Calli, Are you ok?" He called through the door. "Yeah, I'm ok." I called back, praying that he would go away. "Can I come in?" I gulped and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and bloodshot and I had vomit on my chin and the front of my shirt. I sighed and unlocked the door. Mark opened it and his eyes widened as he looked at me. "Are you sick?" I shook my head and looked at the floor, embarrassed. He quickly scanned my body and realization set in. "Oh baby..." He carefully stepped towards me, gently taking my hand in his. I tried to step away, but he held tight to me, using his free hand to tilt my head up so I was looking at him. "Hey, It's ok, Calli." I raised an eyebrow at him, not completely believing what he said. He sighed and looked deep into my eyes. "Listen to me. I'm not mad. I want to help you. I love you and I'm going to do everything in my power to get you through this." I blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes. Keeping a tight hold on my hand, Mark led me over and sat me down on the edge of the bathtub, grabbing a damp cloth from the counter behind him. He carefully cleaned my face and helped me take my shirt off, throwing it into the laundry. I sighed and closed my eyes. Clearly he could see how tired I was, because I felt him pick me up and carry me across the house to our bedroom. He set me down gently on the bed and laid down next to me, pulling the duvet over us and wrapping his arms around me. He held me tight and whispered; "I love you, Calli. So much." I smiled and whispered back; "I love you too. For always..." "And Forever" He finished. I sighed and let myself drift into a dreamless sleep with the love of my life beside me.