twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

therapy group (tyler)

pairing: tyler joseph x reader
word count: 1559
tw: angst, mention of a loss of family member, mentions of anxiety and depression, mention of bullying, language

"you're going to therapy group." my mom said to me out of the blue. i looked at her strangely.

"what? no i'm not, i don't need therapy." i replied. my mom sighed.

"y/n, look. you're 16. you're depressed and you're anxious. you never go out and barely have any friends. if you want to get better you have to try."

"and how is therapy group going to help with that, mom? you think an hour of ten people trauma dumping is gonna magically make me better?"

"you could meet people like yourself. i really think this would be good for you, y/n. please go."

i would have just said no. but the look on my mother's face was desperate. i knew she was worried about me. i was a sad introvert after all. and that wasn't her fault. i owed her.

"okay, mom. i'll give it a try. when does it start?" i decided. my mom smiled.

"it's from 4-6." she told me. i looked at my phone. it was 2:07.

"crap, i gotta get ready."

"hurry, hurry."

i ran upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. my cat, kurt, was laying on my bed watching as i rushed to get ready. i threw on an old band tee and black ripped jeans. i quickly brushed my hair and put on mascara. not that i wanted to impress anyone, mascara just made me look a little less tired.

i ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and applied deodorant. i also put my bracelets that i usually wore, back on my wrists.

i finally made my way downstairs and threw on my white converse. i ate an apple quickly before my mom grabbed her keys.

"ready to go, pumpkin?" she asked me. i nodded and the two of us went out to her car. i got in the front and got buckled as she turned the car on.

"i can't wait for you to do this. you can finally make some friends. maybe even find a boyfriend or girlfriend." my mom spoke, optimistically. i shook my head.

"don't push it mom. i'm only trying this to make you happy."

"and i'm only doing this to make you happy, sunshine."

i smiled. my mom always wanted what was best for me. she was my rock, ever since dad passed away. which was when my mental health started to decline the first place.

mom pulled up to a church and parked. i looked at her weirdly.

"this is where the therapy group is." she told me. i nodded in realization.

"oh, alright." i replied, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"i'll pick you up at 6. have fun, y/n, make some friends."

"i'll try, mom. i love you."

"i love you more."

i got out of the car and walked to the front door of the church. i opened it and walked in, just then realizing i didn't know exactly where to go.

i walked around looking for someone who knew where to go. i then spotted a boy with fluffy brown hair who appeared to be around my age. i wondered if maybe he knew where to go.

"excuse me," i said. the boy turned around. i took a small breath as i realized he was very attractive. "d-do you know where i can find the therapy group?"