Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

25. Support Group

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N
1 week later

My leg bounced with anticipation with each passing of the clock obnoxious handle ticking to the right. My eyes darting at every single sound sound within the grand hall, nails nipping at the white string on my black ripped jeans as I listen in on the chatter of the other women within the hall.

My eyes are cast down towards the ground to not draw attention to myself but I know with my nervous form as I sit here on a folded out greg chair with eyes glancing towards me but no judgement in their eyes; only curiosity and concern.

My brows knit together, the more my paranoia kicks in with the eyes around me as the clock hand ticks louder, droning out the sound. I don't know how I ended up here but I knew I needed to be here. I need to try, I can at least do that. But I don't think it'll work.

"Alright, session will start now. Please take a seat." A woman with blonde beach waved length hair, with glasses upon her face calls out, smiling at each one of us. She places herself down on a chair directly in front of me on the other side of the circle of chairs.

A girl with blonde elbow length curled hair, dressed in a black crop jumper with red vivid roses on certain parts of her jumper as it matches a pair of blue washed out ripped jeans with a lacy pangs peaking out at her curved hips. Bi panic is kicking in right now but the nerves inside of me, pushing that thought away for now.

I watch one by one, every woman in here taking a seat with their posture high and some with power flaming inside their eyes. A look of a warrior who has gone to battle and seen trouble but are still able to stand on their own two feet. I envy them a little bit of being able to show skin from some of their lack of clothing on their body.

Their battle scars clear on their skin to show the whole world, while I'm sitting here all covered besides the two holes in my ripped jeans showing a small peak of a jagged scar. My arms fold across my chest, stopping my attack at nipping at my jeans anymore. My eyes glance to the girl on my left, feeling a familiarity of sorts coming from here but I shake away the thoughts when she catches my eye.

I turn away from her, staring towards the same woman who told us all to sit down. She smiles brightly at us all, her eyes creasing slightly before crossing her legs. "EJ would you like to go first?"

The girl to my left nods her head with a soft smile, her eyes show no life whatsoever but her smile shows how strong she is right now. She takes a deep breath, before exhaling outwards.

"For the longest time, nothing was the same. How long I slept, what I ate, what I wore. I mean, my 12 year old clothes at the time didn't feel like me anymore. Them once bright colours made me feel like a fraud and my black clothes didn't seem dark enough, and..." She paused, sticking out her tongue to run along her dry lips.

"Just nothing seemed to fit. Just literally everything felt like a lie. And currently to this day, nothing helped. No drink, no drug will make me forget. Oh, not every single drug, just weed and nicotine just has me crying and all in my feelings and shit..." She laughs dryly, everyone else letting out a small sound of their own.

"You know, but the one thing that did seem to help was all of you and I'm thankful today that just... coming here and talking to you has been the thing that's brought me back to who I am today. My past will never leave me but that doesn't mean I can't move on. Thank you." She smiled with a tear slipping down her cheek as the room erupted into claps.

I follow along with them with my head down, a small tight smile on my face in consideration. I wonder if she only says that to make herself believe that she is fine. Thinking that she is better but really isn't. I don't voice my thoughts as for starters that would be plain ass rude but I do continue to listen to the other women within the hall.