"You should go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow and I don't like keeping you awake," She said, staring at the floor. He lifted her chin to meet her eyes.
"What's wrong, Amybell?" He asked worriedly.
"Nothing, Chris. I'm fine. Go get some rest; you're going to need it." She said, urging him to lay down and go to sleep.
She sighed, knowing what was coming. She knew what was about to take over her mind and body in just a few moments, and she couldn't let him see. He didn't need to know how bad it was when he wasn't around; he didn't need to see how weak she became and how little control she had over herself.
He got into bed. "Amybel
"You should go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow and I don't like keeping you awake," She said, staring at the floor. He lifted her chin to meet her eyes.
"What's wrong, Amybell?" He asked worriedly.
"Nothing, Chris. I'm fine. Go get some rest; you're going to need it." She said, urging him to lay down and go to sleep.
She sighed, knowing what was coming. She knew what was about to take over her mind and body in just a few moments, and she couldn't let him see. He didn't need to know how bad it was when he wasn't around; he didn't need to see how weak she became and how little control she had over herself.
He got into bed. "Amybel
I love you.
I love everything about you.
I love the way you hold my hand.
I love how the first thing on your mind is always to keep me safe.
I love daydreaming about yesterday--about our first kiss.
I love it when you sing to me.
I love how I can see how much you love me in your eyes when you don't think I see you looking.
I love that you'll never leave me, know matter how bad I get.
I love everything about you.
I love you...
Out.
I want out.
Now.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Nothing can change this.
No poorly drawn butterfly splattered across a scar.
No drugs.
No advice.
Nothing. Can. Help. Me.
Why can't you understand that?
But...I need you to help me.
I don't care that I'm not making sense.
Nothing can help me.
But I need you to help me.
Why can't I make sense?
Why can't I eat?
Why can't I sleep?
Why. Can't. I. Be. Normal?
I want out.
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