"so tell me how does it feel to be like you? i think your mouth should be quiet because it never tells the truth. tell me why does it have to be this way? why can't things ever change?"
~Sleeping With SirensChapter Five- With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear
Eight missed calls from Mike. Eight voice mails. Five texts from Georgia asking me what the hell happened. I decided to just shut my phone off.
It was a Saturday morning and I was up at 9 am. It was considered a miracle for me. It was only because I couldn't sleep properly the whole night, I kept waking up. Three of those times were because of my phone vibrating. The reason I kept waking up the rest of the time was because I was nervous as hell about today.
Today was my second group therapy session and no one there came even close to liking me. And now they caught me in a pretty incriminating position with the co captain of the soccer team. If they had any thoughts about me being 'different to others' then I definitely slaughtered any trace of them after that. I sighed and got up out of bed.
I decided to sit down and have breakfast to avoid walking out of the house looking like a lunatic with toast shoved into my mouth. I made myself some scrambled eggs with the remainder of the eggs and cooked some bacon which I, of course, burnt.
After my very burnt breakfast, I went back up to my room and changed. I decided to just slip on a simple black shirt and faded jeans. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and applied slight eyeliner and gloss. I lacked motivation to put effort into my looks today. It wasn't going to make a difference since they were all going to continue hating me anyway.
Suddenly, the house phone started ringing. I ran down the stairs to get. No one usually rang the house phone so I was curious to see who it was.
"Katie, sweetie, is there something wrong with your phone?" I heard my mother say on the other end of the line. Of course it was her. "I tried ringing it a couple of times but it went straight to voicemail."
"Oh don't worry, it's just out of battery." I reassured her. "What's up?"
She cleared her throat, "Well, I was just making sure you were going to your therapy session today."
I forced a laugh, "Of course mum. It's actually really fun."
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, I have to go but have fun today okay? Bye honey." She said and hung up before I could answer. I sighed and put the phone back. I guess I should turn my phone on again now.
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It was precisely five minutes until group therapy started and I felt like throwing up. My palms were sweating buckets and there was a tight knot forming in my stomach.
I was hiding out in the hospital lobby instead of outside the door so I wouldn't bump into anyone and make awkward conversation. Or worse, get given the cold shoulder. As I was drowning in my worry and thoughts, someone I never thought I'd have to talk to again came up to me.
"Hello dear! Nice to see you again." The old lady I saw on the bus the first time I came here was right in front of me, smiling. Her husband wasn't in sight though.
"Yes, it's such a nice coincidence." I told her and smiled nervously.
She nodded, "How is your job going?" She asked kindly.
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Saving Him • editing/rewriting
Teen FictionKatie feels abandoned and alone after her father left her and her mother for his new family. So when she finds herself part of the popular group at school, she tries desperately to stay a part of it. Even if it means pretending to be someone she's n...