"Amber? Come down, your father and I need to talk to you!" My mum called up to me. Oh god what do they want now. I managed to get up from my comfortable spot on my bed, with an immense amount of effort, making my way down stairs. I sighed with each step I took, wondering what my parents wanted to speak about. Thinking about it made my head hurt, I had gotten extremely weak. I finally reached the end of the staircase, to my left my parents were sat on the old family sofa I never sat on anymore. "Take a seat Amber" my dad said, I did as he said so. "Whats wrong now?" I scowled. "Well, your father and I have thought its time that you get some help, and make some friends. We know it has been hard for you but you can't wait any longer. You are joining support group, you are signed up for every Monday and Wednesday for the rest of the year." "WHAT?!" I stood up, anger filling my body. They had to be kidding me, there was no way I was going to stupid support group. "Your starting next month. Its for the best Amber, you need to understand." My dad stated calmly. "What do you mean its for the best?! IM FUCKING BROKEN AND THERE IS NO FIXING ME!" I yelled, there was no way they could make me go. "Amber" my mum raised her voice, "this is why you need to go, we can no longer cope with your behaviour. It is utterly unacceptable, we dont deserve this, we are your parents." she eyed me up and down with disgust. "Deal with it, im not going, end of discussion." I growled through gritted teeth, making my way to my room again. There was no way I was going to support group, I have enough with school, thank you very much.
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Numb // Punk Luke Hemmings
Hayran KurguNumb (adj) Being lost in nothingness. Numb. A feeling of emptiness filled her body, as she took another inhale of her cigarette, tasting like death. Mascara running down her face, staring out of her window, watching the rain droplets racing down. S...