In The Wrong

22-promise me

*jens pov*

"Baby what have you done to yourself?" I put my hand on her shoulder, but she quickly moves farther away on the couch, this is why I didn't wanna ask, it's seems like she feels violated and uncomfortable, and I know she is, but I'm not mad, I'm more worried.

"Leah talk to me please. I've seen it before, when you went to get me a glass...I'm not mad..let's talk." I hear her sniffle. "Please don't cry mama." I get up and squat in front of her while she's on the couch still. She covers her face with her hands, but I grab her hands and hold them, she try's to pull them back but I don't let her. "No, don't do that, don-...just please don't push me away. We're best friends and no matter what I'm here, let me help you." I say about to cry myself.

"You can't help me." She says with her voice cracking. Then tears start flowing down her cheeks. So I sit beside her and hug her tight pulling her in, just letting her cry it out. I just wanna make her feel as comfortable as possible before she has to say anything. "It's ok baby." I stroke her hair. "I'm so sorry.." She says muffled while still in my arms. "Don't be, don't be sorry." I shake my head.

She calms down a little, she's still crying, but not as intense, she's sniffling and her breathing is off. She pulls back and wipes her tears while still facing me. "Why?" I ask with concern. "I-I don't know Jennifer." She shrugs. "Leah, how do you not know, there has to be something, just talk to me." I get a little louder. "I thought you said you weren't mad.." She furrows her brows.

"I'm not, I'm not. I'm just worried, I mean you live alone, and I can't look out for you." I say. "That's part of it..." she looks away. "What?" I ask. "I'm alone Jennifer...I mean you had Alex, and now you have James, which your always occupied with. And I feel like I would be in the way if I talked to you about this stuff." She starts to get teary again.

"What?!? That's crazy, do you know how much more I loved being with you than Alex, and of course I love you more than James, I would drop everything to talk to you about your feelings. You're one of my main priorities, I always want to make sure you're ok, why do you think I annoy you so much?" I look at her like she's crazy. She sighs.

"Alright, I'll try to stop." She mumbles. "No, that's a lot Leah, maybe you should see someone..." I suggest. "You mean like a therapist?" She asks with an attitude. "Yes Leah.." I reply. "No are you- just no, I'm not fucking crazy." She stands up and looks at me. "I know you aren't, but how can I trust that you won't do it again, I'm no professional, I want you to be ok." I stand up too. "Well I'll be fine without some therapist getting into my head, that's not even gonna "fix" me" she throws her hands in the air.

"Leah! Do you hear yourself? You're refusing help, if you actually wanted to stop you would consider seeing someone. But what if it gets worse....what if you try to.....I don't even wanna say it because I would be devastated, I lost Alex, and I can't lose you...I just can't." I shake my head.

"I'm not gonna fucking kill myself Jennifer." She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Ok you say that now, but what if in the future it happens. You think it's sounds stupid, but me being your best friend makes me heartbroken just thinking about it, and talking about it right now, this is serious. you're hurting yourself, because it makes you feel better....do you not here how terrible that sounds?" I feel my eyes start to get glossy.

"Ugh, I get you wanna help me, but I've gotten myself into this, and I don't want you to have to think about me 24\7, when you should be fucking James or something..." She rolls her eyes. "Leah stop bringing up James, he has nothing to do with this. And I'm sorry that I'm actually happy with someone." I catch an attitude. "Woah what is that supposed to mean?  You think you're this great person with this great life and a great man, but I'm just some depressed bitch that you hang out with occasionally when you're bored? You're just too glamorous for me now?" She looks at me with her brows raised.

"I didn't mean it like that Leah, I- I don't want us to fight.." I sit down and put my face in my hands. I hear her sigh and sit beside me. "I'll see a therapist if that will make you happy..." She says and I look at her. "Thankyou, and I didn't mean to hurt you're feelings." I say. "It's fine, I'm sorry for getting you worried." She crosses her arms. "Please just promise me that you'll call me when you're feeling down, or like you're gonna do it again." I say. "Ok, I will." She sighs.