Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Three

A/N; hey babiesssss. How are you all? I know I haven't updated in like a week, but I decided that instead of posting short chapters multiple times a week, I'd post longer chapters 1-2 times a week! Aaaand if you're missing my between updates you can follow my fan instagram; @ zaynsunluckycharm Or my twitter; @ danielle_ez . AND STUART REPLIED TO ME ON TWITTER HOLY FUCK . Okay, I'll let you read:)

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*Beth's Point Of View*

I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed, or move even, all day. The weight still sat on my chest, restricting my breaths, making the room seem to darken, and my mood worsen. This was the worst it's been in a while, as I said before. I knew it was because I'd stopped taking the antidepressants, but I never would've thought it'd get this bad.

Sighing heavily, I forced myself to go down the stairs towards the kitchen, step by step. I tipped back the antidepressants, and the anxiety medication, hoping they'd help. I took a quick shower, and styled my hair in some way, and, as I got dressed, I glanced in the mirror. I saw all the scars on my body, and all those pain inflicting memories came flooding back. I tried to ignore them, but they were to strong. I shook my head, and continued dressing myself.

At about two thirty, I drove to the address my mum left, hoping no one from rehab or school would be there. As instructed on the paper, I went up to the second floor, third door on the right, of the building. I knocked tentatively, and a voice called 'come in.' I did so, and found about ten chairs arranged in a circle, nine of them occupied, by six girls, two boys, and young-ish looking man. I quickly took in all of their sober faces, and my eyes landed on one familiar one: Leah, from school.

"Come, Beth, sit down, join us," the man who must've been running the group pointed to the only empty seat, which happened to be next to Leah. "Have a seat next to Leah."

I mumbled a hello as I sat down, and she waved slightly, biting her lip.

"We're gathered here today to talk about our feelings, whatever may be on your mind." The man said. "My name is Jacob, and I know many of you have been here before, but I see we have some new faces in the room. Would you all like to introduce yourselves?"

I blew air out of my mouth, sinking down in my chair, hoping I'd turn invisible.

"Leah," She said when it was her turn.

Then all eyes were on me. "Beth."

"Well, it's nice to have you all here. Does anyone want to share?" Jacob looked around hopefully.

Leah pulled her hood down further, her sleeves covering her arms. Her light blond hair feathered her pale forehead, and there were worried crinkles on her face.

When no one responded to him, Jacob turned to me. "So, Beth, since you're new here, would you like to kick off our discussion?"

"Not especially," I mumbled.

"Alright," He muttered, turning to another boy, who spilled his feelings about how his parents were fighting and they were having financial troubles.

I didn't speak for most of it, I just sat and listened. Most of the people's in the groups problems were they were getting bullied, or had been bullied in the past.

"Okay, raise your hand if you've ever been bullied." Jacob said, breaking the uncomfortable silence between blurbs.

I tentatively raised my hand, along with six others in the room.

"And how did you deal with it?" He asked. No one responded. I mean, we were a bunch of teenagers. We weren't interested in talking about our feelings. "Do you think it's better to hold it all in, not tell anyone people are putting you down, or tell someone?"