The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 38

"Alex Is been two weeks since you decided to lock yourself in here, you haven't spoke, play, laugh or seen anyone, you just in all day, you barely eat and I don't know what you're doing in the dark." Charlie spoke from the door way. It was not easy to remain in the dark for two weeks but that was the least I could do, staying in the dark brought some little comfort to my world of pain, After all my life was dark.

I stare at my nightstand blindly trying to act less concern. I heard Charlie sigh then the bed sank a little.

"How many more days, weeks, months or years, will you remain lock here in the dark?" He touched me gently on the back making me flinch unexpectedly causing him to sigh once again.

"Come on Alex, we're going to see a therapist since am free today." He walked to the window pulling the cotton apart allowing the bright sun illuminating the room.

I jumped on my feet in a jiffy pulling my hand to my face protecting my soft eyes from the sun, I hissed.

"I-i don't need a t-therapist." I turn to face away from the window.

"Screaming each middle of the night, staying in the dark for days, lost of appetite, those are problems that need to be treated quickly, and I guess those lead to depression." He opened the window allowing the fresh air in.

"A-am not, I just wanna -" I was cut off by my stomach churning and the room spinning, I drop to the floor but Charlie caught me.
I felt the food climbing to my throat, I ran to the toilet and threw up emptying my stomach.

Another touch on my shoulder and I almost jumped to the ceiling totally forgetting that it was Charlie.

"I won't hurt you, I just wanna feel your temperature."

I wiped my lips with the back of my sleeve cover hand allowing Charlie to feel my forehead.

"We're adding the hospital to our list, get ready."

"A-am fine, is not a big deal, I just want the lights out and sleep in my bed." I stared at him with pleading eyes.

"No, you really need help, and you get that by interacting with people." He sigh, "am not trying to force you but am doing this for your good, just trust me."

I stare deep in his blue eyes trying to find anger and hatred like in Anthony's, but saw none other than love and care. I nodded slowly, after all Charlie did safe me, I trust no one other than him.

"Good, do you need help to dress up?"

Blushing a little at his question, I gave a negative nod. He exited the room leaving me all to myself.

I flushed the toilet before taking a cold shower and cleaning my new cut. I dressed in a black skinny jeans and a black hoodie with black sneakers and a pair of black stockings.

I stood in front of the mirror staring at my ugly self, I raised the hood covering my face.

I slowly step down the stairs to where Charlie was seated sipping his tea.

"Why are you always dress in black? Am sure there are other colours." He remarked

I shrugged, not willing to tell him that my life had no color, no meaning order than sorrow and worthlessness.

We headed to the hospital where my cast was removed and my broken arm scanned and the result was satisfactory.

"Alexander Weston?" The nurse called. Charlie went to the desk for a while before walking me to a room, that contained only a bed and shelves with books to keep the patients busy while the wait.