His Sweetheart Luna by Elmer Novel Full Episode
Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Lee’s POV:

I didn’t go to school today. I slept in till eight or nine ish and stayed in my hoodie and sweatpants.

Physically, my chest feels like an elephant sat on it.

Mentally, I am drained.

Emotionally, I am numb.

Its now twelve and I haven’t even gotten out of bed. For the past three hours I have just been sitting here with my AirPods in listening to depressing and sad music. I texted Francesca asking if she could meet because I feel like if I don’t meet with her, I won’t last much longer.

Everything just seems unimportant.

All I can think about is what the hell is the point? Why am I still here? Why am I not ok? better if I wasn’t here? Would I feel better?

The answer to all of those questions is I. Don’t. Know.

Vand it

That is how I spend my day. Staring at the wall, ignoring Kasey and Blake’s messages, and wondering what I am doing. At about seven pm there was a knock on the front door. I heard Kasey yelling at me to answer, but I didn’t. I just sat there. Eventually, the knocking stopped and I was left with the silence of my music. About an hour later there was a harder knock.

“Lee! Open up! I know your in there!” Blake says while banging on the door.

I still don’t do anything.

“Lee!” He yells again..

A few moments pass.

Softly he says, “Lee… Please just open the door and let us know your ok.”

He sounds so defeated. I can’t bring myself to get up though, because I know if I do… they will see how not ok I am. And I don’t want anyone to know. They are better off not knowing. I am better off alone.

The knocking stops.

A text comes through from Kasey in the group chat saying that they are always here for me and are camping out in Blake’s truck. Still, I am numb. I should care that my best friends are sleeping in a truck because I didn’t open the door, but I’m not and I hate myself for it.

I look over to my night stand and my eyes widen slightly. My antidepressants are sitting on my table behind my lamp The room is complete dark, but I can see since my eyes have adjusted.

That’s why I feel like this, I haven’t taken my meds. That also explains why I haven’t been able to fall asleep and it is three am.

I should probably take them. Its all easier when I do. Easier to pretend and put on a smile. Over the years, I got so good at it that nob*dy even knows that its fake. My mom, Luca, everyone. They are all fooled.

A tear slides down my cheek and I stare at the bottles.

Finally, I reach over and take the three bottles of pills and put them in my lap while I grab my water bottle. Slowly, I open the first bottle which is my anxiety meds and two fall out. I pop them in my mouth and take a drink of water. I do them same with my antidepressants. When I open my sleeping