Lacey's POV
I decided to walk home today. It was a gorgeous Autumn night and I needed space. It's been a week since I talked to Luke, and I've had a bad time since.
Continuous flashbacks invade my mind, keeping me from focusing on even the simplest of things.
My mom has been working a lot... I mean, she's still sure to get me to all my activities, but other than that, we don't really talk. She's always really tired, therefore I have been able to feed my disorder more.
Sam and Beth know about my problems, but I think they get scared. They must think I'm suicidal or something. They always do this, they distance themselves right when I need them most.
They say I should go to a counselor to talk about my issues but I don't really know what I'd say. Everything has become part of a routine. Everything is kinda forgotten but not forgotten. My mom tries to be in denial about everything but it doesn't work.
My counselor, if I have one, is my music. So right now, I'm lying in bed with green day, secondhand serenade, Blink 182, 5 seconds of summer, and Ed Sheeran blaring in my ears. And that's what I do until I fall asleep.
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Krótkie OpowiadaniaShe cannot be fixed. He knows this. But he will try to fix her anyways. He doesn't believe he's perfect. She knows this. But she will try to make him feel it anyways. They only have each other. They just don't know it yet.
