Lexie's POV
Being confined to one room sucks. There is little I can do and at night every sound makes me jump. Mark tries to stay most night, but tonight Derek finally talked some sense into him and got him to go home to take a show and sleep. So that's how I ended up here in the silence, or well the almost silence. If that beeping would go away I would possibly have an easier time falling asleep, but yet I sit here in this bed, one that I was used to standing next to instead of being in.
Out of the blue there's a clatter from down the hall. Normal people wouldn't react to it, but to me it brings me back to that dreadful day. It brought me back to every fear, every tear and I can't be here anymore. It's too big of a space. So I yank at the wires until I'm unattached from the bed and then sprint into the only small space I can find. The cool temperature of the tile beneath my feet and the corner behind me and I finally start to feel safe away from the noises and the empty space. I pull my legs closer to me and feel the press of my chest against my thighs; the smaller the space the better.
"Lexie?" I could hear Mark's voice but couldn't find my own to respond. "Lexie?!" He calls again, this time louder as if it was coming towards me. The door opens and Mark's eyes find mine in a moment's time. "Lex." I try to say something, anything, but no words come. Mark's arms circle around me and he sits there with me for what feels like a long time.
"I… I… I think I need help Mark." I whisper once I find my voice. "I'm not ok."
"OK."
"Cuz I can't keep living like this. I'm terrified all the time."
"Then we will get you the help you need. But I will be there every step of the way."
Author's note: This is one of my shortest chapters but I wanted to wrap up this plot point before writing the last chapter. One more to go. Last chapter should be up tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
Lizzy
