There you are. Laying in your bed. Doing nothing. Saying nothing..just staring at the ceiling while listening to mitski. You don't know what went wrong..you were doing so good but everything just went crashing down again. You haven't talked to anyone but your dad in a week. You haven't showered, eaten properly or let alone brushed your teeth in a week. your dad, james called you in sick for the week but he's obviously concerned about you. While you were overthinking like always, you heard a knock on the door. You didn't answer, which your dad took as a 'come in!'..he comes in with a plate of crackers and a few grapes on it. He put it down on your bedside table and sat down beside you. He but his hand on your arm and rubbed his thumb back and forth comfortingly.."hey, champ. How are you doing?" He says with a soft smile.