help me, help you

Avi's bad day

The title sounds like it's a children's book. But I'm sticking with it.

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Scott's pov

You ever have days were you just aren't the same person you always are.

I get them. Everyone here gets them. One person who has them alot is Avi, second is Mitch.

I guess that's because he has depression.

Some days he'll just lay in bed for hours, doing nothing. I can't really judge him, because I have no idea what he's going through, but I can at least do something to distract him and make him temporarily happy.

I've always been told my personality is like a mother cat, protective, yet very sweet and calm at the same time.

So if anyone's having a bad day, I try to help them.

Anyways, back to real life, and not my thoughts.

"Hi KitKat, hey Mitchie, hey Kevin, where's Avi?" I ask looking around for him.

Kirstie pokes her head up in curiosity.

"He's not having a good day. He didn't get much sleep last night, and tried to harm himself again when he went to go take a shower. He has about 10 scratch marks up his thighs and multiple up his forearms." Kevin informs us.

"Can I go see him?" Kirstie asks.

"That might help. Just don't sit on the bed. I just made it. And don't touch the dresser top. That was just organized" he told us.

"Ok ko" Mitch laughed.

Kirstie headed down the hall, while the rest of us decided to give them alone time.

Avi's pov

Why did I wake up. I don't want to be here. Why doesn't anyone see that?

I turned back over and played with the paint that I had been picking at for awhile now.

I heard small footsteps and then a knock.

"Come in if you want. Not like anyone cares about personal space" I said.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?" A familiar voice says through the door.

"No, you can come in kitty" I tell her smiling when she opens the door and peeps her head around the corner.

She walks in and stands by the door with her hands behind her back.

I force myself to sit up and wave her over.

She sits next to me and gives me a hug around the waist.

"I thought you'd need a hug. Kevin told me what happened" she says.

"Oh. Ok. Thank you. I appreciate it" I tell her giving her a kiss on the head.

It was her giggle that made me realize that she was my rock and sunshine. She brought a smile to my face, even in the state that I'm in.

"You're smiling alot. What happened" she asked poking my cheeks.

"You"

"Aw. Thank you! I'm happy that I made you happy because I was happy because you made my happy when I tried to make you happy when you were sad" she said.

"What" is all I could say.

She just laughed.

"Nothing!" She said.

We just layed there doing nothing for a good twenty minutes.

She played with my hair while I layed in her lap.

"Your hair is long and thick. I like it" she told me cutting the silence.

I smiled and hummed a bit.

A couple minutes later a knock came through the room.

"Come in" I call out.

The rest of the group comes in.

Mitch is caring some food on a tray.

"We brought food for you!" He says.

He sets it down. Kevin sits on his bed and Scott sits on the chair, Mitch sitting on his lap.

"How are you feeling?" Scott asked holding Mitch's hand and rubbing the top.

"Eh" I shook my hand to give the so-so sign.

"Better than bad?" Kevin asks.

"Yeah" I say.

We continue talking and an hour or two later, I'm feeling better than I did earlier.

But not 100% better. But ok.

"Thanks guys. I love you all" I tell them.

"You're welcome. Anytime. We love you too" they say.

Sorry. That was short. And sorry about the wait. I was struggling to find a chapter to write.

Qotd-

Have you lost a loved one?

Aotd-

This is a sad question. But my sister, my 'grandma' Martha (she was 97 i think), and my grandpa George(he was 95, he was my 'boyfriend'), all of my great grandparents