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call the therapist.

( Marshall's pov) 5 days later.

I lay in bed sterling at the bedside table.
I'd told Curtis I didn't fill well and I just wanted to lay in bed.
So he let me.
That was 5 days ago.
And yet here I am laying here still.
A dark could of depression hangs over my head.
I don't know where it came from.
I just turned up and can't seem to get rid of it.
I fill as if I'm drowning slowly sinking.
In my own selfloveing.
I still see them in the corner of my eyes. Looking at. I know they want to hurt me.
But at the same time I know there not real.
But that doesn't take the fear away.
Doesn't stop me from screaming when they come near me.

Curtis come and check on me ever naw and then.
Bring me food that I refused to eat.
The smell mad me want to puke.
So I don't eat. I just lay here.
Curtis tried to convince me to let him get me out of bed get me in to the bath but I won't let him.
I don't want him or anyone else touching me.
I don't want them to talk to me.
I don't want them to look at me.
I just want to be left alone.

Maybe I should of stoped fighting when I was in the hospital.
Maybe I should of let the pain take over my body.
then I wouldn't be in this mess.
Why did they save me from that hell of a house. When maybe that's where I belong.

" baby" I here Curtis say from behind me. The bed dips as he lays next to me not touching me because he knows better then to do that.
He stairs at my back. Waiting for me to say something but I don't.
" I called your therapist.... What ever going we can help you...... Just talk to me.... What happened."
I don't say anything.

" Proof is coming over later ........he's worried  about you I am to. You know you can trust me?" I don't move and he doesn't ever.
" I love you. You know that. I'm right here baby" he said.
We just lay there. Doing nothing.
Not saying anything.
" I I love you to" I whisper my voice row from not using it.
" I know you do baby. And I got you. You know that right. Your my favourite whit boy you know that. I got you. You know I do. Do you reckon we can get you in to the Bath before doctor may turns up. " he asks.
" no I don't want to...... I I don't want to" I cry.
I fill Curtises hand on my hips.
" Don't tuch me. P please d don't tuch me" he moves he's hands of me as quickly as if he got burnt.
" I'm sorry baby I" he start but never finches.
" please baby you have to get-up at some point. Please..... You got to let me help you........ Baby please. " he said. he sounds as if he's about to cry.
tiers already ran down my face shocking the pillow.

( Hi everybody hope you enjoyed this chapter.😁
Sorry it's so short. 😬)