*Now December 2012*
After 2 years you would think things would be better.
Friend would be made, love would be found, memories would be good, and bad things would be forgotten.
But no.Things still haven't really changed.
I'm still going to therapy
I still hate it
Moms still a bitch
Siblings are still annoying
And school still sucks
Lifes great isn't it!
"Morning sweetie, pancakes?" My Mom offered as I sat at the table.
"No thanks, gotta go to crazy classes remeber?" I replied bluntly, grabbing a cereal bar.
"You're not crazy, their only trying to help you."
"Well Mom, it's been 2 years and I have had 0 progress, their still trying to change me."
"Not change, help." My Mom smiled.
"No, change. For the millionth time they aren't helping,"
"Just wait and see sweetie"
"Thats sure gonna take a while, I better get going,"
"Bye sweetie, Love you,"
"Bye."
I don't love her so why should I lie to her?
I popped in my headphones and began walking to crazy classes, listening to Micael Bublé; 'Haven't Met You Yet'
I know the stero-typical depressed girl would probably listen to Goth/Emo music, whatever the hell that is. But nope I still like happy songs and Pop music, I can't help it.
"I might have to wait, i'll never give up," I sang lightly, dragging myself into the small grey building. If they're trying to make people happy and less depressed then why is it such a dull building? I don't understand it if i'm being honest.
I sat down in the plastic blue chair outside Dr.Finches, or my therapist's, room and listened to my music lightly humming a long.
"And I know tht we could be so amazing, and baby your love is gonna change me," I quietly sang not realising the boy sitting across from me was watching me.
I looked up and saw his blue eyes looking at me, his smile showing as he lightly laughed at my cluelessness.
"Sorry," I muttered taking out my headphones.
"It's fine," His thick accent replied "It's a great song,"
"Hmm,"
"Mr Horan, Dr Finches will see you now." The secretary said and the boy with blue eyes walked off.
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Alone. ~ A Niall Horan Fanfiction
FanfictionEver felt like the world was shutting you out? Your family just wasn't there for you? Well this is the daily life Riley Scarlet Walker. With her Dad committing when she was 2, her brother Tyler, born premature and her Nana too ill to live on her own...
