Sam's pov....
"You're going to see a therapist whether you like it or not Samantha" mum shouts at me. We'vr be arguing about the therapist for at least an hour.
"What's the point? I don't tell you my feelings so what makes you think I will tell a fucking stranger? And before you say it no I don't have a fucking problem!" I shout back.
"Self harm and depression is a problem Samantha"
"Well in that case its my problem, not yours. When I want help I'll get it" I say storming off up stairs.
"NO! Your going to your therapist today weather I have to drag you there or not 'Samantha Davis!" Mum shouts from the kitchen.
Honesty I don't care. I just want things to start feeling better. Things to get better.
***
Two weeks later... And a lot a therapist trips later....
"Hi Sam" my therapist, Laura says with a smile. She has bright red hair. And always wears a red dress.
"Hi" I say laying down on the sofa in a small room which is a bit like a study. Expect it has a drink machine.
I help my self to a cup of hot chocolate when I came in the room. I'm not going to drink it though. Who would want to drink something that has like 187 carloies? I for one, certainly wouldn't.
"What bothering you today Sam?" Laura asks writing notes.
"Oh, you know life" I reply closing my eyes.
"Explain?"
"Do I have to? You don't care"
"Yes you do, and I certainly care or I wouldn't be here"
"Ha alright," I mutter to myself
"So explain what about life do you hate?" Laura asks again.
" I hate the fact my grandad Jim isn't here anymore. I spend a lot if time crying because I miss him. I remember once when I was younger he would make me toast for breakfast and we would sit a have cuddles on the sofa wastle watching telly" I pause wiping my tears away. "I also hate how everyone judges me, I didn't ask to be born. I'm judge because I'm different," I say crying not bothering to wipe my tears away anymore. My make up is probely runied.
"Society is scary" I almost whisper
"How?" Laura asks looking at with a disappointed look.
"I've almost killed myself 3 times because of what society does to me, I've cut myself because of what people in society do to me. I suffer form depression because of what's happened to me" I pause trying to ignore the sting coming from my wrist. They sting for my blade. They string for fresh cuts.
~flashback~
"Your nothing but an attention seeking whore" says a deep voice, I try an recognise it. Its drake's. My ex best friend.
"W...what...y...youu..mean?" I stutter
"I'm talking about your getting "beaten up" by my brother Zack" he says with a laugh.
"You wasn't there. You wasn't there when I got attacked by your brother. He's a lieing to you! Can't you see it?" I scream
"No coz your the ones who's lieing"
" I'm not, I swear down. I wouldn't be that fucking sick to lie about that! You wasn't there so don't say a word about it until you know the truth." I scream, tears begin falling.
"Kill yourself" drake says and leaves.
~flashback over~
an: sorry its short
Next update Monday or Tuesday
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TienerfictieSamantha use to think the world was perfect but now she's not so sure. she finds her self lost, broken,depressed. will she find the help the she's looking for? will she find happiness? Read to find out (Bad description I know) an: this is my first...
