Hey! I just wanted to quickly say that Im so sorry I haven't updated in ages. But here is a new chapter! Thank you so much to all of you for reading xx
Please vote and comment, it would mean the world to me, enjoy!I groaned as I grabbed my phone off my bed, making my way downstairs with a frown, after hearing my mums sweet voice telling me to go downstairs.
Yes, here I am, a month later, on my way to support group. How lame, I'm 17 for fucks sake! I know it's probably for the best, but me being the grumpy arse teenager I am, I'll never let my parents know that.
I stared out the window, at nothing in particular, just so I didn't have to face my mum's disappointed looks she was giving me.
Where have the times gone, 4 years ago I was a giddy little girl, no worries or groans.
Yet here I am, avoiding my mums hurt face as she tries to concentrate on driving, while I look at beautiful sunny day, face emotionless, body numb.
The car stopped at the front of what seemed like a hospital-looking building. Plain white walls and looking pretty empty if you ask me.
As I turned my head to the side, I immediately spotted a group of maybe 5 people, each with a cigarette in their fingers, slowly burning their insides. Seemed familiar.
My thoughts were interupted by my mothers calming voice "Sweetie, I think you should go in now. Please ignore those people and go straight into the building, they won't do you good." If only my mum knew about all the cigarettes I had lit. I started feeling panicky as my social anxiety kicked in.
I was feeling butterflies, but not for any of the right reasons. I just wanted to stay at home, on my own, cuddled up on my bed watching netflix. But I couldn't.
I took a big breath in and lightly touched the door handle. "I can do this" I thought to myself, when in reality, I couldn't.
I opened the door slowly and quietly, making sure the group of punks didn't hear me or see me.
I stepped out of the car, watching my mum drive away, unseen.
Or at least that's what I thought.

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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...