Please Don't Help Me

Connor's POV

Can i just say I am SOOO SORRY!!!!! A lot has been going on in my life and I just totally forgot about this. Sorry:(
I sighed as I watched Delilah slowly walk up the steps. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to help her. "Connor I promise she'll be okay..." Sam started to give me the same pep talk that I am constantly getting. "I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT ANYMORE!!!" I screamed, "I'm sorry...I didn't....it's just I can't take hearing that anymore....I want it be that she IS okay...not that she will be." I continued. "We understand...but Connor...she's really broke- she's really bent. And Connor she needs us to help her. These things take time but she'll get there." Jc reassured me. I felt my heart drop. "You...you said she was broken." Tears filled my eyes as I spoke. "I'm sorry man I...I realized what I had said after I said it and it was too late to.....I'm sorry." He apologized. I face palmed myself. "God damn." I snapped. "Go talk to her." Trevor said. I looked at him and nodded. I walked up the steps slowly and went to her door. I put my fist up and got ready to knock. But I couldn't. I couldn't manage to move my arm and I just stood there. That's when I just lost it. I broke down into tears as I fell to the ground. It felt like I was in a movie. Time slowed down. I felt as if I was drowning in my tears. I couldn't pull myself back together. I had completely lost it. I couldn't breathe. My thoughts were completely out of order. I couldn't see straight. I heard a drawer open on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath using the little strength I had. I stood up and opened the door. And thank God I did.