Savior

Complications

This place looks like a fucking hell hole, i thought to myself as my mum walked me into the grey barren room in the basement of the hospital. There were a bunch of "inspirational" quotes hung up around the room, all of them about being strong and shit. There were no windows, which made the room seem awfully depressing, which is ironic, because this support group was supposed to help depressed teens become not depressed. Of course they had to stick us in a lonely little room. There were about 12 fold out chairs set up in a circle in the center of the room. 10 of them were full. I said goodbye to my mum and took a seat next to a girl with long black hair, raccoon eyeliner, and a long-sleeved Green Day hoodie, and a boy whose hair was so long i couldn't see his eyes. I looked around and saw everyone had long sleeves on. Typical. 

After about 5 minutes of awkward silence with the rest of the group, who I'm guessing is the leader of the group rushed into the room, repeatedly apologizing for being late. 

"Hello everyone. My name is Stacy. I am a survivor of depression and self harm, and i am here to help all of you heal and become a better person." Damn she is annoying. "Now i would like to go around the circle and introduce ourselves! Start with your name, your age, and you favorite animal!" So cliche. Favorite animal. Can't she do favorite fast food or something a little bit more unique?

Starting with the boy on her left, i learned everyones names. Just after we finished names and age and shit, some guy stormed into the room. In a slightly scottish accent, he mumbled a little, "Sorry i'm late…" He looked around at the circle and saw that there were no chairs for him, and said, "so what, am i supposed to stand or some shit? I have weak legs ya know." Finally, someone with a sense of humor.

Stacy looked a bit flustered because of his language  and sudden appearance.

And speaking of appearance… This boy was beautiful. He was pale, but not my kind of gross pale. The nice pale, the milky kind of pale. He had dark eyes, so dark that i couldn't tell where the iris ended and the pupil started. He had a very defined jawline and prominent cheekbones. His nose was slightly bigger than the rest of the features on his face, and it seemed a bit crooked, as if it had been broken numerous times. His hair was obviously dyed black, because no one had that dark of hair naturaly, and it swooped right over his eyes, slightly covering his eyebrows.

snap out of it Autumn. Remember, a world famous hot boy band member kissed you. You like him. He is perfect and you like him. 

Stacy asked, "What is your name? I do not believe you are supposed to be here."

"Damien. My name is Damien and i know i am supposed to be here. My mother signed me up this morning." His accent was damn cute.

"Oh. That's right. The chair's are in the corner."

Damien grabbed a chair and came to sit next to me. "Hey" He said to me with a mysterious little smirk. Stop it. Stop it right fucking now. You made a commitment to Harry once you kissed him.

"Hi" Somehow managed to escape my lips.

"Alright Everyone! Lets get started!" Oh shut up Stacy...