He changed everything
“I feel sick,” I mumbled to Emmet as we sat down on are two selected miss matched waiting room chairs and waited for Doctor Carter to come and call me in. “Maybe this is an over reaction maybe it’s just a brief spell of the blues and it will all go away if we ignore it,” I chirped nervously ringing my hands together on my lap. I new what I was saying was stupid I knew that like any illness depression wouldn’t just go away if it was ignored in fact in experience it would get worse and worse until it drowned you but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hope for a sudden recovery.
“You know that isn’t going to happen.” Emmet whispered detaching my fingers from around each other and before offering up his own hand for me to squeeze instead. “It won’t go Away it’s just going to get worse.”
“but I feel so small. Doctor Carter knows me at my worst and will always see that now, not who I am now but who I was as a teenager and the last time he put me away Emmet last time he changed everything.”
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