Mute. L-H

Rehab.

I walked into the familia building where I had my therapy. I sat down in one on the chairs in the waiting room and waited for my name to be called.

I looked around the room and my eyes landed on a familia face. it was the boy from the shop.

Once again he had his earphones in. I watched him as his teeth played with the ring, just like before.

His hair was slowly falling out of the quiff. he looked different. it licht have been the fact he wasn't wearing uniform.

Instead he wore black skinny jeans with a black and red flannel. I liked his style.

"Luke" the receptionist tapped his shoulder. he looked at her taking his earphones out.

His gaze met mine for a second before he looked back to her.

"Dr Johnson will see you now" she smiled at 'Luke'.

He had the same therapist as me. I watched him walk into the room.

After a while the boy finally walked out, he looked angry as he stormed out, slamming the main door behind him making everyone jump.

What was wrong with him?

"Taissa" the woman looked at me. I nodded and stood up walking into the room.

I sat down in the chair.

"Hello Taissa, how are you today?" Dr Johnson looked at me.

Fine

The voice from my phone spoke for me.

"Ok, well I have some news for you" he looked to his pad.

What?

The emotionless voice spoke again.

"There's this new place, a rehabilitation centre in-"

I'm not going

The voice interrupted him. I knew what he wanted to say.

"We think it would be for the best, there's other people your age going, you can make some friends" he put the pen and paper down.

I don't want to make friends

I glared at him.

"There's this new boy, Luke, he's going as well"

I looked at him Luke, that boy

Is he the one with the lip ring?

My phone said. the doctor smiled slightly.

"You know him?" He looked at me.

No, I just saw him

I replied.
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After a while I finally gave in, now I know why Luke was so angry, I didn't want to go. but for some reason I wanted to see Luke again.

Luke's POV
I saw that girl again at therapy, the one from the shop, her hair looked cool.

Stupid therapist wants me to go to rehab, I don't see why I need it, it's stupid.

They think it's a good way to get rid of my anxiety, how is putting me with loads of people going to help.

I have anxiety, panic attacks and anger attacks. if I did go if probably be locked away 'for the safety of others'

My parents are sending me, I have no choice. right now I'm packing my things. I leave tomorrow.

Could have told me a little sooner but no. I wonder if that girls going? Why can't I get her out my head. it's annoying.

"Luke honey" my mom walked in.

"What!" I snapped back shoving more shit into my suitcase.

"We just want you to get better, you have to understand" she said standing at the door.

"Oh so sending me to a different country were everything's different with no one I know is going to help!" I shouted at her.

"It's not much different honey" she tried to calm me down.

"It's literally halfway across the world!" I screamed throwing the top I had in my hand.

"Please calm down Luke" he stepped closer.

"Just get out" I looked at her. she nodded and walked out my room.

I slammed my door punching the wall next to it. Then the tears started to roll down my face.

I hate my life.