Hollow Highs [h.s]

6.

To say that Eliana wanted to be here would be an utter and complete white lie.

The distaste was etched on her face. The annoyance and anger she felt was stitched onto her features. It was visible from the way she would frequently sigh, and the way she was mindlessly digging the heel of her shoe into the hard ground beneath her while she sat slumped in her chair.

Do it for Matt.

If it weren't for the skill of clear persuasion Mathew possessed firmly, Eliana wouldn't even be here. She hated this. She hated the people sitting around her, each and every one of them bursting with colours and motivation only seemed to irk the girl.

She sat there, reaching for the bowl of cookies next to her. The voice in her head told her not to eat so many cookies in bulk but she immediately shushed it off, knowing that she wouldn't survive this support group without these homemade cookies.

She yawned, her sweater clad arm covering her mouth. Her dark curly hair was all over her head. She bounced one leg up and down, hiding her head from John, the person who oh- so graciously was asking how everyone was.

He cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. All those who stood, making conversation with other people now sat down in their respective seats.

"My name's John Marley. Welcome to The Day After club for young people like you, in distress."

The only distress Eliana could feel was the was kind because of this damn group.

"I've been sober for eleven years now. Some of you know me, and some I see are fresh faces. It's a pleasure as always." He said with a warm smile. He sat down on his seat, dusting off his blue sweater. His khaki trousers was seemingly loose, making him look a lot more thinner than he actually was.

"So let's start with a basic introduction now." He said with a smile. His blonde hair seemed to be greasy under the white light placed.

Everyone started to get up, like dominoes in a row. Some genuinely wanted to gain something out of it, while some were waiting for the session to end, putting an end to their misery.

Eliana couldn't help but notice how everyone was smiling and chirpy about their road to recovery. Everyone seemed to be overflowing with colours that she couldn't comprehend.

Moments like these worried her a lot.

She wasn't a vibrant yellow, she wasn't a soft pink, she wasn't a bursting green. She was a grey. She was an utter and absolutely grey.

She felt as if she were a dark cloud, casting a shadow on a bright sunny day causing discomfort to everyone else. She wanted to be different, she never wanted to be grey. She always hoped to be a colour that no one could ever make only by mixing several other colours.

She wanted to be a colour so poetic that not even the greatest poets could put it down on paper.

Her eyes were accustomed to the dark and barren grey she submerged herself in everyday. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the vivid and gleamingly brilliant colours of everyone else around.