KickthePj Imagines

Depressed Day

I'd been diagnosed with depression at 14, and although it had been getting better lately, some days were still hard. Today was one of those days. All I wanted to do was stay in bed.

It was a three day weekend, and I hadn't washed my hair, hadn't eaten, or done much of anything. I felt so guilty that I was using my time off being sad, but I couldn't help it. Work definitely stressed me out, but at least it was a distraction and kept me on a schedule.

"Hey," I heard a voice say, and I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Pj?" I squeaked. "How'd you get in?"

"Your flat door was open," Pj shrugged.

I realized I must've been so exhausted on Friday that I'd forgotten to lock it. That was a scary thought.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to casually cover my face in blankets. I didn't look good, and I didn't really want Pj to see me.

Pj and I had only just started dating. It was going well, and while he knew about my depression, I didn't like to bother him with it. I felt like it was too early in the relationship to unload all that on him.

"You haven't texted me all weekend," he pouted.

"Oh, uh," I couldn't think of an excuse.

"I think I know why too," Pj said, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Why?" I asked diving under the covers. Pj rolled his eyes.

"Because," Pj began, trying to wrestle the covers from off my face.

"You feel depressed," he finally wrenched the blanket away. I was several inches away from his face. He kissed my nose.

"Come on, get up," Pj demanded, pulling on my arms.

"Whyyyyyy," I whined.

"Because I'm your boyfriend, and I care about you. I'm not gonna let you go through this alone," Pj said.

"So you're gonna get a shower, and some food, and you'll feel much better," Pj told me.

He was right. After a shower and some delicious lunch that Pj made himself, I felt way better.

"Thank you for that," I sighed, as I leaned into Pj.

"Don't you feel a lot better?" He asked.

"Yes, but still sad, but I don't really know why," I said.

"Well, we can talk about it if you want, but we don't have to," Pj said kissing my temple.

"I do, but then can we do something silly and fun?" I asked.

"Anything for you," Pj smiled. "What do you wanna do?"

"I just got karaoke for the wii," I suggested.

"Oh, it is on! After we talk of course," Pj said.

I laughed. I realized it was the first time I'd laughed all weekend. I was so glad I had Pj around. Of course, he couldn't fix my depression, but he sure did make me feel better.