Therapy is for the weak

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"She was shot in line." I said

"I'm sorry you had to see that" Tristan said

"All the sorrys in the world wouldn't make me feel better"I said. Tristan sat thinking of what to say next.

"So are you going to get help?" He asked

"What do you mean help?"

"You know, like therapy."

"Oh. Probably not. I don't think it's affected me much mentally other than being sad she died."

"Alice listen,seeing someone be killed is not normal let alone your best friend."

"I'll be fine" I said standing up

"No you won't"

"Yes I will now can we just leave this alone!" I yelled. People started staring now. It was so embarrassing. I walked out of the store as quick as possible. Once I go out of the door I ran. I ran as far as I could until I got home.

I unlocked the door and slipped into the house. It was 4:00 and my mom was home. She works night shifts and I didn't want to wake her up. So I slowly went upstairs into my room. I layed down on my bed to take a nap and hopefully wake up to a message from my best friend asking me what Starbucks drink I want.






Extra short chapter was really in a rush to upload 

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