Depression/ anxiety one shots

Grief (tw mention of sh⚠️)

Hope this lived up to the request, sorry it's not long, and as always feel free to request scenarios or certain relationships. 💗stay safe y'all.

She always gave me the best advice. I met Sarah when I was 11. She was almost like the mom I never had. My mom left when I was little, I've never known why.

My dad was there physically, but he never cared about me. When he found out I cut myself, he sent me to therapy in a private facility to "fix me", and that's when Sarah came into the picture.

She took me through my first shitty hair dye job, my first relationship and my first breakup. She'd clean me up when I came in with fresh wounds, and she'd hug me when I'd cry. She was the closest adult I had to a parent. She was my therapist until I was 18. I'm 18 right now.

She died two weeks ago. It was a drunk driver. He, the driver, died as well, just 16 yrs old. When I first heard the news I sank to the floor and cried for what felt like an entire day. My dad told me he'd get me a new therapist and to not be so dramatic, so I stopped. I layed in bed for days, numb to any and every emotion. After a few days I couldn't do it anymore. I relapsed. I broke 6 months clean, and I felt so guilty.

Sarah would be so disappointed in me. Actually that's a lie. She'd hug me and tell me it would be okay and even if she was disappointed, I wouldn't know. She was a kind soul and I knew I wasn't the only one missing her, but I sure was surprised when her cousin showed up at my door.

" Hello, are you Korin?" A women maybe two or three years older than me asked when I opened the door.

" Uh, yes. What can I do for you?" I asked.

" I'm Polly. Sarah was my cousin. She'd talk about you often, not with your real name of course, but I still managed to track you down. She told me that if ever something happened to her, that people depended on her, and I was to find them and check on them, so I'm here. May I come in?" She asked.

" Sure." I gulped and led her to the living room.

We sat on the couch and she spoke. " I'm no therapist Korin, I'm not anything yet. I'm still in college, but I've been told I'm a good listener, so if there's anything you want to talk about, about Sarah, or anything, I'm here."

" Thanks, and I'm so sorry for your loss. She was your family." I said feeling guilty that she was checking on me when Sarah was closer to her. She was her blood.

" I appreciate it, thank you. I'm very sad about Sarah passing, but I've got a big support system. Do you?" She asked.

" Yeah, my dad. I'll be fine. Thanks Polly." I said.

She didn't believe me, but she didn't say anything that led me to think that. 

" Okay well lemme see your phone. I'll put my number in for you to call if you wanna talk." Polly said so I stood to give her my phone.

I handed her my phone but didn't realize my thighs were at her eye level and my pants were sort of see through. Like flowy summer type pants, sheer I guess is the word. I had a big green bandage covering my left thigh and Polly noticed it instantly.

She put her number in and motioned me to sit next to her before handing me my phone back.

" Korin. I know assuming can be stupid, but you, uh, aren't okay under that bandage are you?"

"No. But it's okay. I'll be fine" I said.

"You will be fine. I believe that. But right now, you aren't, you don't have to lie about that." She said.

" Okay. I'm not okay and it's not okay. I don't know how to handle this. People in my life either leave or were never there in the first place. I've never lost anyone like. How do I handle this?

" I'm going to a grief support group tomorrow. Pick you up at 8 so you can join?" She asked.

" Um." I said not sure what to answer because I really just met this girl 15 minutes prior.

" Okay perfect. See you at 8. You have my number if you need me." She said and saw herself out with a wave goodbye.