𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐬; 𝙰 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈.

CH4 ; GROUP THERAPY

CHAPTER 4;
GROUP THERAPY

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It's been a few years, and Lynn has avoided Nathan again, at all costs. Lynn would walk into Group therapy, instantly spotting him. She groaned, as she sat in a corner. It was hard seeing him in the halls, with Tori, and it was unbearable. She messed with the bracelet on her wrist, one that Rachel gave her before she went missing. Tears brimmed in her eyes, knowing Rachel probably fucked off to L.A. without her, and Chloe. Not to mention, Rae's death years prior. 

Therapy played off as normal, everyone avoiding each other. She hasn't spoken with Chloe either, the only reason she has was to pick up some of her clothes from when she'd sleep over, and to help set up the missing posters.

She roamed the crowded halls of Blackwell, sitting in her photography class. Her pen tapping against her desk, a brown-haired girl taking the seat behind her, "Hi, Lynn." She spoke softly, curious on why she was anxious. "Hey, max." She spoke quietly a reply,
"Who are those posters about? I saw you help put them up..." Her breath hitched at the question, "Rachel... Rachel fucking amber, the star in the light; the light that shown on Blackwell." Lynn stated, but when Max went to ask another question, she excused herself from the class.  Running into a familiar face; she groaned. "Nathan." Lynn spoke, he glared down at her, he also smelt vaguely, and perhaps even strongly of weed. He then pushed past her and exited the building. She blinked for a few seconds, 

'Go after him, please, for me.' a familiar voice said, but different from before; the voice was Rae's. A sigh escaped her lips and not long after she began to run after him. "Nathan! Nate!" She shouted, by the time she found him it had been nightfall; she found him under one of the streetlamps. Taking a slightly closer look, she saw the blade connect to his arm, as he drew lines. The blood bubbling up from his skin, dripping down. His eyes looked like he'd been crying. "Nathan," She spoke softly, confronting him. He cleared his throat and quickly pulled his sleeve down as he attempted to hide the blade. She embraced him in a hug, he was shocked at first; but gave in. Hugging her back. "Don't, don't do this to yourself." She cooed, attempting to calm him down as she carefully rolled up his sleeves. Pulling stuff that could only temporarily clean wounds out of her back, she began to clean them. "It... stings," he said, trying to seem unbothered by it.
"Yes, well, it'll do that to you." She spoke, finally covering the wounds up with bandages. The girl pulled his sleeves down again, just as she was about to head back, he stopped her. "Want to... uhm, star-gaze?" He asked, to which she nodded, the two laid in the back of his truck, staring up in the dark night.

"What happened with Samantha," he asked, figuring that Lynn would know to which she'd shrug. 
"Your dad paid her off, made her go away. Thats what her letter said to me. Looked more like Jeffersons writing though. Maybe I'm just crazy." She spoke, Nathan shook his head.
"My dad doesn't do that, hard to believe but-" Nathan denied,
 "So you mean... she's missing? A long with Rachel?" Lynn's eyebrow raised, not believing him. "Liar!" She laughed, they began to talk about other things, that don't really need to be mentioned, but they enjoyed each other's company. 
"I should go," he said, smiling at her as he got up. She nodded, "Here, take this, to remember me by since you'll play this off as if this never happened." She snickered, "Whatthefuckever," he joked, taking the bracelet, and blue hair tie from her. The two then headed their separate ways, smiling at the events of went on.

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