it’s best for you
Please get up.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
It’s a familiar sound, the sound of rain hitting your window. You’ve been laying in bed for quite some time now, haven’t you?
Why is that, my love?
“I don’t want to leave my room.”
But why? Why don’t you want to take your life back? Why do you want to be miserable?
“I don’t feel like getting up.”
You really want to lay in bed all day, cooped up in a tiny dorm? Don’t you want to live your life?
“I just want to sleep.”
You’ve slept for 13 hours. Now is the time to take the day by storm.
“It’s raining. There’s nothing to do.”
Why yes, my darling, there is. You have to be creative! Don’t you want to make something of yourself? You’re being pathetic.
“That’s just mean.”
It’s called tough love, my sweet. Please bare with me and get out of bed. We miss you! We love you! You’re so, so important... so beloved.
“You’re lying.”
You have the gall to call me mean when I only want to lift your spirits? And you say I’m lying! Please, dear, get out of bed. We’re waiting for you.
“Leave me alone.”
Love... you must listen closely. There are no options, no choices here. You will leave this bed, this room. You have to, or you will face repercussions. Do you understand? You will listen to your orders.
“What do I have to lose?”
You have a family. Friends. You have me.
“What will I lose if I don’t get up, then?”
Exactly those.
“I don’t believe you.”
Argue with me once more, darling, and you will see. You don’t want to lose the loves of your life, do you? They’ll abandon you. They’ll disappear.
“Okay. I’m going to sleep.”
Goodnight, my love. Sleep well. I’ll see you in a day or so.
And so it begins. You doze off... cold and alone, as usual. Do you feel good about yourself? My dear, dear Ashley.