Anywhere

Unbearable

*BEN'S POV*

We took a cab and headed home. My mind was killing me. I had this feeling of sadness, of despair. I felt lonely, empty and depressed. I couldn't stop but think I was no good for Amy and that she deserved better.
"Ben! Ben! Baby!" Amy was whispering. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... yeah..." I murmured and took  sip of my beer.
My sadness is like the sea and what comes with it are the waves. They are represented by emptiness, numbness and fear. I felt like I was drowning, sinking. I just wanted life to stop. The weird part is that after this sadness comes a sudden feeling of euphoria. My mind was racing, it felt like a flame burning out.
Never mind.
We got home in our little apartment in Nashville. I asked Amy if she wanted a take out so I could go and get some pot as well. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Yeah, I'd like something."
I headed out and called my dude. Got takeout for Amy and a pizza for myself. Then I met with my dude and got what I needed. I smoked the blunt behind our building and I got inside.
I heard a scream.
"Ben..."
It was Amy.
She fell down on the bathroom floor. She slipped.
"Are-are you o-..."
"What's that smell? Your eyes are so red. Ben, are you okay?"
"It's nothing. Did you hurt yourself?"
"No. You smell like weed... what's wrong? Look, I'm not going to get angry with you. I'm just really worried. Your moods shift from time to time. We need to see a psychiatrist. It's for the best."
"Fine. I'll see one. There's no point in arguing with you about it. Will you make an appointment for me?"
"Sure."
We ate our late dinner and headed to bed. The next morning, as I overslept, I heard Amy speaking on the phone.
"Yeah. That's great. Thank you, Mr. Michael."
Oh, it was 2 PM. I slept for over 12 hours...
"Baby, I made an appointment for tomorrow at 3 PM."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Do you feel any better? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yeah....no, it's okay."
She looked concerned.

*AMY'S POV*
I couldn't help but feel useless. I did my research all night and it seemed he might have bipolar disorder. I felt so worried. I wished my baby had been fine.