How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 151: We're all screwed up in some way

I nearly forgot to publish the chapter today, sorry! I was busy running around the house smelling on different things. I noticed I was sweating from waking up from a nightmare and was relieved, thinking I maybe don't need to shower again because I couldn't smell anything. Then I got the trash bin from the street and only then I realized that I can't smell that either.

Corona it is. Third time's the charm.

Enjoy the chapter.

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"Hi Samuel!" Alan greets me. "Everything alright?"

Yes, I'm calling my therapist. Because if I didn't I'd probably end up doing drugs.

Who else would I call in this situation?

I sigh. "No."

"Okay. Give me a minute, alright?" He says. "Stay on the call."

I tilt my head back and exhale loudly while I wait for him to have time.

I listen to the robot voice on the platform of the train stop saying something about a train passing through in a few minutes.

"Alrighty. What's up?" He asks.

"I can't graduate and when my teacher told me I kinda had a rage fit and left the school building." I explain.

"Okay. First of all. What kind of rage fit are we talking about?" He wants to know.

"I shouted at her and at the principal, called her a bitch and a bad teacher and what not and then grabbed my stuff and left. Oh, and I pushed my principal when he tried to hold me back." I tell him.

"Okay. Not good. Why aren't you able to graduate?" He asks.

"Because they hate me and all of a sudden my missing days this year were too many and my mental health should improve before I put myself under the stress of graduating." I explain.

"Oh okay? That's not good. How does it make you feel?" He wants to know.

"Frustrated. I'm sitting at the train stop and just wanna get high." I tell him.

"Okay. How would getting high help in this situation?" He asks.

"It would help by making me more relaxed." I answer.

"Yes, but would it actually help?" He asks.

"No. But I just wanna run away from everything." I admit.

"I understand. But you can't run away from your problems. They don't leave on their own. You gotta face them." He says.

"Wow. Thanks." I say annoyed.

"What if it is a good idea to postpone your finals?" He asks. "I mean, you'd have plenty more time to study."

"I can easily ace the tests with two months of preparation time." I state.

"Okay. Do you think you can somehow convince your teacher of that?" He wants to know.

I ignore his question as I stare at the tracks in front of the platform.

"I know I'm totally overreacting, but I just wanna die." I say. "It's all honestly frustrating."

"Okay. Let's talk. You were feeling good when we talked on friday, right?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say. "But now everything is shitty again."

"Okay. Why?" He asks.

"Well, my education is ruined." I say.