Dysthymia ; h.s

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The cat has it's owner who has the initials of H , E and S. The cat belongs to someone else and he's not mine. I never stole it from anyone, it randomly showed up in our kitchen, which gave me a mini heart attack so anyone couldn't blame me.

"Temporarily, your name will be 'Hessy' but as soon as I will find your owner, I will ask him or her your name and I will never forget you." I said to the cat and put it down into the mattress for him to sleep. I will take care of him until he's lost. Until he's in our home. My phone buzzed indicating that I got a text message.
Dr. Scott : Go to the clinic tomorrow by 10.

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"Excuse me are you Kendall Jenner?"

"Yes,"

The receptionist asked as he lead me into somewhere else and the directions aren't familiar. We passed by Dr. Scott's clinic but it says it was closed. I furrowed my brows, confused of the strange directions, but still ain't complaining about it.

I heard my favorite nocturne as we get closer into the garden. Few minutes  later, we arrived at the garden and I just nodded at the receptionist signifying that I am okay so he ran into the entrance door so he could assist more people.

"Well, well, look who's here."

I rolled my eyes as I turned around and locked my gaze with Dr. Scott, in his usual lab gown.

"What is this?" I asked scrunching my nose.

"Obviously this is a party."

A normal party that I know was supposed to have alcoholic beverages, loud banging music, people everywhere, and it should be in a Frat House. This party is rare. A nocturnal music is playing, there are just pastas and spaghettis, salads, chocolates and some sort of fruit juices.

I went into the counter and get a plate, still thinking of what I am gonna eat. When I finally made my decision, I think I'm just having a fruit salad and a pasta. As I am spooning the salad onto my plate, I tried my best to quickly move away from the queueing of the people, but all of a sudden, an unfamiliar hand grabbed me back into the line.

"You should have some chocolates to light up your mood,"

A random boy handed me a bar of chocolate while grinning. He has a sweet voice that you will feel deep straight in your heart. His British accent was evident from the way he speaks, not that thick but just mild.

"Chocolates is associated with the release of serotonin, the hormone that makes you feel happy and relaxed." He said as he still offers me the bar of chocolate. "Cmon,"

"O-okay thanks," I accepted the bar of chocolate and returned the fracture of his grin into a smile, and tried to walk away. Gosh, teach me how to be more social.

I could hear footsteps following me from my back, it was specifically running.

"Wait!!" The random boy that I met earlier said as he catch his breathe. "Can I join you?"

"Of course," a giggle escaped from my mouth. We sat into an empty table; at the rightmost part of the garden so the view will be more vivid.

"Liam," he finally introduced himself, extending his arms to me. "Liam Payne." I shook it immediately with a bright smile.

"Kendall Jenner," I said still shaking his hand. He has a sweet smile that I adore.

"So what brought you here?" He asked.

"Not what, it was who," I said and grinned.

"Oh so who?" He then giggled.

"Mr. Scott," I replied.

"Oh so for how long do you guys see each other?" I chuckled after the words came out of his mouth. He had a puzzled look that turned into laughter. We laughed hysterically and I leaned into the table, my stomach aching from laughing so hard. A few tears escaped from my eyes and I wiped it immediately.

"Honestly I am one his patients," I said in between laughs. I think I over ate chocolates and produced so many serotonins.

"Sorry I thought you two are dating," our laughter finally dies, which caused a body ache. Dr. Scott looks like 25 and I am 19, but he looks good though.

"How about you?," i said as I ate the twirled pasta. "Who brought you here?" I said through mouthful of pasta.

"Dr. Ovart" Liam says. "I am his patient."

"Oh the man who has a huge mole on top of his left eyebrow?" I said, motioning every details of the sentence.

"Exactly!" He then cackled. I watched him as he laughs, close to tears but how does he maintains his good features on his face? Liam is a very nice guys who I just met an hour ago but he gained all of my trust. Thus, Liam is a blithesome guy who enjoys things so much. I think he was contented with his life. I wonder what was he doing in this kind of party. The party that only has depressed visitors.

I looked at his wrists to see if it has scars, and I am not wrong. His wrists was covered with scars; I reached for his wrists, cannot believe on what I did see.

"I-it does look like mine."