Falling #1, Waking Up To White Walls #2

I shook my head. There are no voices. He needs help, he is clearly unwell and I don’t know why! I don’t know how one day he was fine and then the next all this started off, gradually getting worse and worse each day until it resulted into this one.

‘But I love you! I need you!’ I shouted, sobs tumbling off my lips and the tears fell smoothly down my face. I got up with a struggle and staggered towards him so we were a meter apart.

‘I know’ he whispered.

‘THEN WHY?!’ I shouted with frustration, pain, heartbreak, heartache and once again, desperation.

‘Because I love you Harry’

Now I’m left with the last memory of him - falling.

Falling

‘THEN WHY?!’ I shouted with frustration, pain, heartbreak, heartache and once again, desperation.

‘Because I love you Harry’

‘Then don’t do this!’ I cried, tears now taking over me completely. I started to lift my arms, in order to put out my hand for him to take it. ‘I will help you, please’ I begged, my voice shaky and tears still escaping my eyes.

‘I’m sorry’ he whispered before...


I start to scream again, scream from the torture, the pain and the heartache that was never going to end.

The people said I will go home once I get better. But I won’t, because if the voices are always there, they will never go away, and the nightmare always comes back whenever I got to sleep, against my own will. The real truth is, I’ll always be waking up to white walls.

Waking Up To White Walls