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I walked into our apartment and put my keys into the glass bowl we had on a side table next to the door.
I walked past the living room and to the right into the hallway.

We had 2 rooms one was a guest room, and one was our room.
I opened our door quietly to see if he's sleeping.

He was sat on our bed staring at his hands. Cris cross.

I opened the door a little wider and slipped in, shutting the doors behind me. He was breathing really heavily.
I walked forward quietly and slowly and sat on our bed.

He was murmuring somethings under his breath.

"Hey, honey"
I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

He jumped quickly turned around.
His breathing became calmer.

"Oh, hi"
He murmured he wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his chin on my shoulder.

We pulled back from the hug, and I stood up and walked to the dresser.

I changed into sweatpants and a black shirt, a lot more comfier then work clothes.
It was about 7:30 or so, and I was getting hungry. Joey didn't like eating. That added to my list big concern.

I didn't really know why. He hated eating.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
I asked him, already knowing his answer.
He rolled his eyes and opened up his laptop.
"Nope" he replied back.

"Well, come eat something now then"
I said closing the laptop. He shook his head and opened it, again.
"Joey" I sternly said.
"Daniel" he said in a mocking tone.

I closed the laptop again.
"You have to eat something"
I told him. He sighed quietly.
"Joey, I don't understand why you can't just eat 3 meals a day. It's not that hard"
Be closed is eyes tightly, then opened them again.

"Please? I'm not hungry!"
He annoyingly said as he stood went to the bed.
"I'm going to the kitchen and I'm making you a sandwich"
I said as I made my way to the door.

Right as I put my hand on the knob, he grabbed my wrist.
"Don't leave"
He said quietly.

"I'm just going to the kitchen"
I and turned back again.
He gripped on my wrist tighter. When I looked into his eyes, their was actual concern. He was actually worried about something.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked like he couldn't tell me. Like he wanted to, but he couldn't.

He didn't say anything for a minute.
"You can't leave me alone with him"
He whispered to me.

I mentally sighed. He'd always talked about there being a voice in his head.

He hated me leaving the room and for work.
"Joey, the voice isn't real"
I said as I shut the door. No use in going to the kitchen now cause he's about to throw a fit.

"You cannot tell me it's not real! You can't hear it I can!"
He yelled, releasing my wrist and walking over to the desk and sitting down in the chair.

He started murmuring again. But faster. Be stared blankly at the floor.

I walked over and sat in front of him.

"Joey, I'm sorry that I can't hear the voice in your head. I don't know what you want me to do about that. Tell me what to do"
I said, resting my chin on my palm.

"Nobody can do anything"
He murmured. His voice sounding groggy.

It hurt. It really hurt seeing him like this. It used to be different.
Nothing will make me leave him, but I just wish that he would try and help himself.

I'd prefer him to be healthy and happy again, but it this is what he's like, I can't do anything about that. All I can do is try.

I went ln our bed and motioned him to come over too.

He sighed, but still came over.

This was okay. I knew everything would turn out okay.

But I didn't know what more was to come.

Because, it got even worse.
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Sorry this one is very short! This is just the beginning, the next chapters are a lot longer! Dubai.