Chapter 9

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I must have been crying for at least an hour before there was a knock on my closet door,

"Lexie? It's Chris, can I come in?" I wiped my eyes,

"Did dad send you?" I could hear Chris sigh on the other side,

"I mean kinda, Will told me to check on you. Will won't say why, but he's been crying, that much I can tell." I rolled my eyes, of course, Dad was crying, he found out that I remember everything from Jen's death. I unlocked the closet door, Chris came in and sat down next to me,

"Hey. You alright?" I closed the closet door, and hugged Chris,

"No, not really." Chris wrapped his arms around me,

"Bad day?" I shook my head,

"More like bad life." Chris squeezed me closer to him,

"You wanna talk about it?" I sighed,

"Might as well." Chris kissed the top of my head,

"You don't have to if you don't want to." I shook my head,

"Someones going to tell you, eventually, might as well be me." I shifted before recapping everything to Chris. After I finished Chris was visibly confused,

"I get why you did what you did, but what would have happened if you had tried to take your life, Lex? What would have Will done?" I shrugged,

"I don't know, Chris. I just felt like I had to hide that I knew, had to hide that I was struggling." Chris hugged me,

"You know your mom had bipolar, and that you may have it too, right?" I nodded, and hugged Chris  back,

"I know, dad said he was going to call Jen's old therapist to see if they could help." Chris kissed the top of my head,

"Next time you get the urge to hurt yourself, don't hesitate, text or call me. Okay?" I nodded,

"Kay." Chris let me out of his arms, and I moved to sit on the other side of my closet.

Had I known that me telling dad that I knew about Jen's death would've opened a large can of worms, I wouldn't have told him.

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