His Sweetheart Luna by Elmer Novel Full Episode

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