Forever and Always

eleven

I can kill myself to get out of this. Yeah, I can do that. Wait no I love my friends too much. Everyone's entertainment would be completely gone so I will choose to stay alive for solely that reason.

I was sitting outside our guidance counselors office because I decided it would be a good idea to tell my dad I want to die. Yeah, fucking stupid of me.

I did get a 19.5 out of 20 on my recent Spanish test though.

"Elliot Morgan, time to come in," Dr. Lynn called to outside her office where I was sitting.

Dr. Lynn has some degree in psychology and a doctorate so that's why it's Dr. Lynn and not Mrs. Lynn. Her and my dad would get along great. Considering neither of them want me to die but don't exactly care about my well being either.

See, I make funny jokes. Very much laughter. That sentence was not grammatically correct in the slightest.

Anyway, I sit at the chair across from a large wooden desk. Most people would describe it as mahogany but I have no clue what kind of wood it is. So it's a wooden desk.

"So, Elliot," Dr. Lynn starts once she's seated.

"I'm gonna go on a rant about how I was an assassin in my past life,"

"No, you're going to tell me why you were having thoughts about death yesterday,"

"I can just tell I was meant to kill some hot prince or princess because women and men are my type but I didn't succeed,"

Dr. Lynn just sat there, listening to me talking about being an assassin.

"I probably got killed by the hot prince or princess because neither of us wanted to kill the other but they over all cared more about the crown than me,"

"I'm getting a feeling that you feel disconnected from everyone,"

"I really don't know anything. Like, completely nothing. Compare what I know to the entire world. I know like .00001% of all there is to know." I continue ranting. Hopefully she'll get sick of it and I'm free to leave.

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Dr. Lynn did not get sick of it. She kept telling me that I was just worn out. So then I switched topics and asked her how she felt. That lady had a lot of pent up emotions to release.

She ended up crying at the end of the 2 hour session, something about how she believes she hasn't given her kids enough.

I am not a therapist so therefore could not help her. I could've really used Elena, that girl is good at making people happy.

"How was the therapist?" Atlas asked once I entered our room with a huge groan.

"Fuck you."

"You know, I've been waiting for you to ask,"

Giving him my best death glare, I walked over to his bed and slapped him. Across the face. Yeah, I'm that badass.

"I will rip your dick off so that you can't fuck me or Cammie,"

"So you do want to fuck me?" Atlas whispered with a slight smirk.

My glare hardened and he raised his hands up in surrender. Signaling that I won the argument.

Sadly, today was a Wednesday, meaning we couldn't leave campus at all. School started September 1st and it was nearing October 1st, that meant Halloween was only a month away. It also meant my birthday was very very soon. As in, October 1st.

Raygan told Elena and i we had to go as a trio, but then Bo got offended. He said that all five of us (including Atlas) have to go as something together. I suggested a sexy version of Scooby Doo but nobody would volunteer to be Scooby so that idea didn't work.