We Were Friends.

6. We Were Friends.

She had just gotten home from her therapy. She was exhausted like she always was once she returned from her treatment.

Once again, her therapist suggested the same thing she always did:

"Why don't you ask yourself if this is the right or wrong thing? Do you believe it will work out? How do you think it will turn out? Tell me next time I see you if you ever did go with what you feel you had to do."

She rolled her eyes as she thought about what her therapist had told her while she put up all her things.

She had another appointment to attend the following morning, and she was not too happy about it either.

She traveled to her room slowly; she had felt drained these past months. She didn't know how to deal with the constant exhaustion and headaches. She woke up every day tired, just wanting to sleep through everything, yet she didn't because she hoped that maybe seeing him would help her feel better.

She walked through her messy room, "I'll clean it tomorrow." She thought to herself. She knew she was lying to herself. She had been repeating that same statement for the past month, and she never did get to cleaning her room.

She sighed as she walked to her bed. She slowly lowered herself to the floor, leaning against her bed. She rested her cheek onto her knees.

"Should I visit him?" She closed her eyes, "No, I can't."

"Why not visit mom?"

"No. She'll just fuss over us. We can just stay home again, lay in bed."

She sighed once more. I can't keep talking to myself. She stood up from her comfortable spot and crawled into bed. She was covering herself with her blanket. Her room was dark as night; it always was. She enjoyed the comfort of the darkness.

No matter what, she had to have it dark; otherwise, she felt vulnerable. She'd be able to see her insecurities and the mess that she called her life.

A sigh escaped from her lips.

"We were friends."