Austin Mahone saved me...

You fucking left me!

Callin's P.O.V

First week in rehab

"Is anyone listening to me? Can't you please just give me a hit of something just this once, or at least give me a fag...? I guess that's a no then." I growled as I kicked my door, trying to catch someone's attention.

It was strange being back in London. I was so used to being in Texas that I had forgotten how cold England was. But there was only one question that rang around my head every day, why wasn't I dead? In the bathroom, I had been so prepared to end it all, but I had been saved and now I was trapped again.

My eyes trailed over to the few belongings I had brought over from Texas with me. Most of them were pictures, memories that could try and make me happy. But instead, it broke my heart knowing I was probably never going to see any of these people again, as they all probably hated me. Thinking I was a suicidal freak.

I began placing the photo frames onto my desk. My room could do with something on the desk as it was so plain. The picture of Alex and I was placed in the centre. When he came to visit me in hospital he had looked so disappointed in me. I had let him down. I was meant to be better but I had ruined everything. The following frame put on my desk was one with Luce. I never even spoke to her before I was taken away. She probably hated me as well.

The final frame violently shook in my hand. I hadn't looked at the photos of Austin and I since I had left the hospital to London. It pained me to see them. We looked so happy together, he actually made me happy.

"But you fucking left me, everyone left me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks, anger surging through my body. Before I could stop myself, the photo frame was thrown against the wall; the picture was now ruined. I had to ruin everything. Kneeling down on the floor, I tried to contain my sobs. Picking up the bits of broken glass, I began trying to mend the photograph and the frame. Not caring that the glass was cutting into my skin, blood pouring from my hands.

Before I could fix the frame, the door flew open, revealing nurses and Doctor Wilson, the doctor I had previously. Letting out a scream if frustration, I tried to push away the nurses. I didn't want their help, I didn't need anyone. After a while, I gave in and fell to the floor, sobbing. Doctor Wilson leaned over me, giving me a look of pity.

"We will help you..." was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

* * *

One month later

"How are you doing, Callin?" Doctor Wilson asked.

I simply shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno, you're my doctor, you're the one that should know how I am doing."

She took in a sharp intake of breath, it had been a month and she still hadn't gotten anywhere with me. I could tell it was frustrating her as she was usually so good with patients.

"You know what's strange, Callin, everyone here has at least one friend. If not an acquaintance, someone to speak to. But you, you have no one. You isolate yourself away from everyone. Why?" She tilted her head to the side, intrigued.

"Well, considering that last time I was here and let someone in, he became possessive, followed me, drugged me and did God knows with me while I was passed out. Of course after that I don't want anything to do with anyone. What's the use anyway? Everyone that gets let in leaves me." I said bitterly.

She made a few notes in her little black book. "Care to expand on 'everyone that gets let in leaves me'?"

"Well, you know about what happened to my parents... They left me, my friends left me alone. And Austin he left me." I sighed.

Doctor Wilson raised an eyebrow. "We have never come across the name, 'Austin' before."

It was true. I had left Austin out of my council sessions. Even when I had thrown the picture of us and had tried to mend it, resulting to getting bloody hands, I had always kept away from the subject.

"He was someone I cared about..." It came out as a whisper.

My head hung, and I began playing with my hands to stop his face, his voice, playing on my mind.

"Well, I believe we are making progress. I will see you in two days." She shut her black book and started typing on her computer.

Giving her one final glance, I left the room, fuming that I had let someone in.

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