misfits :: mgc

one

nina

"you're going and that's final!" my mother bellowed harshly, becoming frustrated with my refusing words.

"you can't force me, i don't want to go!" i groaned in vexation, attempting to avoid another session at the group that my mother is so keen will help me.

moments of silence passed.

"i'll buy you those tickets to all time low," she coaxed, her voice coming from behind my bedroom door.

my mind wandered to how desperately i wanted to go to the concert and how excited my friend would be to hear i had tickets for us to go see all time low.

"deal," i muttered, feeling slightly defeated.

was another agonising hour with a bunch of people that showed less emotion than a brick wall worth band tickets? - absolutely.

"we're leaving in ten minutes, nina!" she called, descending down the stairs as her voice became inaudible.

i took that as a sign to change my sweatpants and sweatshirt for something more fitting for public. hopefully jeans and a random band t shirt would be classed as appropriate.

i took a quick glance in the mirror, not impressed by my appearance.

god, those thighs make russia look tiny.

"shut up," i hissed.

once i had changed into the jeans and shirt, i headed over to my bathroom to brush my teeth and rid them of the sugar that was caused by an unnecessary tub of ice cream. let's be real, periods cramps are a thing and my only option is junk food.

entering my room once again, i hastily slipped into a pair of vans before grabbing my phone and rushing downstairs to meet my mother.

she was standing at the door, tapping away on her phone. she was probably dealing with something to do with her work. the woman was a workaholic, like my father. i couldn't blame her though, her and my father have both worked hard to get where they are. unfortunately they want me to do the same which is why my mother has made me attend this stupid group, they don't want me to get distracted. apparently it will help my disorder - i think it's a load of bullshit.

ever since i was younger i had night terrors, however they weren't normal nightmares for a young child. i find them terrifying even at the age of seventeen. they were traumatising to say the least. the weirdest thing about it was how i could always remember the dreams so vividly, even for days after.

the dreams would occur every single night, sometimes more than once. they went on for years, my parents only thinking of them as normal nightmares yet it became a problem when i couldn't concentrate in school because i lacked sleep and my mind had become convinced the dreams were real, causing me to gradually see things that weren't really there. this is what got me here and to be honest, i rarely see things any more and my mother and father are already aware of it.

i was too consumed in my thoughts to notice my mother had already made her way over to the car and started the engine. locking the house door behind me, i jogged over to the car before sliding into the passenger seat.

"ready sweetheart?" my mother asked, as i connected my seatbelt together.

"i suppose," i murmured, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.

"it's for the best, nina," my mother sighed, reversing out of the drive way.

lies, she's lying to you.

"be quiet!" i snapped, rubbing my forehead.

my mothers eyes widened for a second before she realised i wasn't talking to her.

"sorry," i breathed, leaning back into the car seat.

my mother only placed her hand over mine in response, rubbing her thumb over my palm.

ten minutes of silence passed until my mother spoke. "we're here," she informed, stepping out of the car in which i followed.

we both walked towards the entrance of the dull building that was in major need of a re paint or rather a re build.

we approached a woman at the reception, my mother giving her my name. the woman typed something into her computer before telling me to go through to a room.

"i'll see you soon," my mother spoke, kissing my forehead.

no she won't.

"love you," i called, walking down the corridor to the room, not waiting for a reply.

the door was dark brown and it creaked when i opened it.

they're all going to hate you, i mean, who wouldn't?

god, i really should had taken my medication this morning.

i entered the room to be met with multiple curious stares. feeling slightly insecure, i looked around, searching for a therapist or whatever you call them.

my eyes landed on a tall, blonde woman. she was smiling brightly, seeming way too cheery for somebody that was dealing with a bunch of lunatics.

like you?

"you must be nina!" the woman gasped, ushering for me to sit down.

complying to her request, i sat down in a vacant chair. all eyes were on me for longer than i would've liked.

"uh, hi," i greeted, my voice coming out more quiet than intended.

"hi nina," everyone replied, sounding like a group of robots.

"tell us about yourself, nina," the woman spoke. "any hobbies?"

"well, i'm seventeen. i like playing instruments such as guitar and the drums, and i enjoy art," i explained, unsure of what to say.

"great!" she chirped. "now, i will go around the circle and you will tell us why you're here today."

the first person was a boy with dark brown, almost black hair, and olive skin. he also had a few tattoos scattered across his arms. he was very attractive.

as if he would like you, you're disgusting.

"hi, i'm calum and i'm bipolar," he said calmly as if it was nothing.

the next person was girl with lilac hair and very pale skin, like mine. she was extremely thin, her clothes hanging off of her body slightly.

"hello, i'm amelia and i suffer from anorexia," she whispered, sounding almost ashamed.

the same process continued for a while until it was my turn.

"hi, you already know my name. i, uh, i'm schizophrenic," i admitted, feeling slightly invaded by telling others something private.

nobody cares about you.

the session soon came to an end.

"well done everyone, i hope to see you all next week!" the woman cheered, her name was mary.

everyone filed out of the stuffy room, including myself.

the session wasn't too bad but i'm not sure how a group will help me. how can a bunch of misfits help my disorder when my medication can just barely help.

i guess i'll have to wait and find out.