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Disclaimer : this chapter contains some mental health disorders and this chapter is no way mocking or belittling people with PTSD. PTSD is a very serious mental disorder and I urge you to seek help you suffer with it. There will be some messages in this chapter I hope you guys take them in consideration.

There will always be light at the end of the tunnel. 💞

Chapter 29 : PTSD

Lucas.

I turn my head to the left to see the untouched bed.Nobody is there. I am solitary, alone, forced to endure the silence. Sandra is still locked in the bathroom, but every hour or so I will pace in front of the door before knocking to check up on her. Her answer has been the same :

"You're okay in there ?"

"Yeah", she says lowly

I hesitate while I stare at the white door that acts as a barrier that keeps me away from her. "What's bothering you, please I just wann-"

"Lucas", she cuts me off with a strain voice, "Leave me alone...please"

Her words hit me hard. They hurt. They shouldn't but they do. Feeling defeated I walk away from the door and throw myself on my bed I shift my body to the side where my eyes will remain fixed to the bathroom door. I'll just wait....

Half an hour passes....

And I am still waiting.

My eyes are no longer in focus with the door, but I am still waiting and I can't seem to keep to entertain myself.

17 minutes passes...

I am staring at the white ceiling, as my mind begins to beg for sleep

"Ahaaaa !" A shriek pierces through the quiet room before I hear a rattling sound. Adrenaline floods my system as I jolt out of bed and sprint to the door.

"Sandra !? Sandra!?" I bang the door a few times before grabbing the door handle and trying to open the door. It won't bulge it's still locked. I rush to the kitchen area of the room and search something to open the door with. I only find a white plastic butter knife I have no time to complain as I put the knife through the slot and oorce it between the lock and the frame, I flush against the frame.and bend it back, forcing the lock back into the door thus opening it.

I rush in the bathroom and I see Sandra is half naked, her complexion has sunken in a tone that looks almost lifeless. It scares me to look at her and her to look at me with red puffed eyes and tear stains on her cheeks. Her hair is ruffled up in an unnatural way she almost looks like a crazy women.

I lower myself to the floor and extends my arms for her. She gets the hint as she chokes on her tears she pushes herself off the floor and rushes towards me her legs seems to give out as she collapses in my arms and I notice her body is covered in sweat but I still wrap her in the warm swaddle of my arms and chest. I then notice that her body trembling under my arms.

Sandra is in so much pain. Her cries are proves she is hurting. "It's okay, its okay"

"I'm sorry" ,She cries, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", she tightens her grip and all I can do is stroke her brown hair and hold her tight. My eyes shift from her to what is in front of me.

Her painkillers are scattered everywhere on the floor, some broke in pieces. The bottle, resting next to the toilet, empty.

My face pales as I realize why she is apologizing.