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Chapter Seventeen(Final)

Final..?

I had been doing the things necessary for an outpatient for three weeks now. I went back to school during the second week because apparently my education is more important. They also got a replacement for me on the soccer team, which my dad wasn't too happy about, but I didn't really care. He still hasn't really talked to me either, just when he absolutely had to, but it's not like that's anything new. And my mom, she has been on my ass the entire time. I understand that she is just worried about me, but I really need her to stop being my shadow. That's why, as much as I hate school and dread going everyday, I find it better than being at home because at least I don't have my mom following me around everywhere.

Today was Friday, so I had 'successfully' survived my first week back to school, which felt like the longest week of my life, might I add. And naturally I should be glad to be able to relax for the weekend, but I wasn't because I was still neck deep in makeup work, and I had an appointment with my therapist, Mr. Evans today. Ms. Evans is nice and all, but she could be an actual saint, and I would still hate seeing her every week. I hate the idea of sitting in a single room for an hour while she asks me questions that I know are none of her business and even some of the questions I have no idea how to answer.

So after my lunch of a grilled chicken sandwich- which I only ate like a third of, and some sweet potato fries that I didn't even touch, and mom frowned because she told me to try and eat half-She drove us to my appointment. I always get so anxious before one of these appointments, Even though the other two were simple and similar, I cant help the nerves.

When I walk into the little building, I am sat in the waiting room, which is probably the most annoying part of this all. Why do they give you a set time, when they're just going to throw you in the waiting room for longer than your actual appointment? And that is just one thing on the very long list of reasons why I fucking hate going to the doctors.

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After about twenty minutes of mindlessly counting the tiles on the floor, and ceiling, and all the people that walked in and out, because I was that bored, they finally called my name. My mom wished me luck and I walked with my therapist to her office. Now, this walk wouldn't be that interesting, except this time I was completely stuck with shock because walking in my direction, down this very hall was the one person I would have never expected to see here in a million years.

We saw each other at the same time, and I'm sure we both shared the same, blanketed embarrassment. There was a big part of me that was screaming at me to walked right past him like I didn't know him, but that part quickly dissolved once he was close enough.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, stepping before him.

"Come on, Kellin, We have to go. You can talk to Mr. Fuentes later." Ms. Evans called to me. She knew Vic's name, so that could only mean that he is her patient as well, right? And now that I think about it, I haven't talked to Vic since I had gone to his house and told him to get help, but I didn't really expect him or us to be on good terms after that. I was still upset that he had a boyfriend at the same time he was seeing me, but at the time I had to push my selfish feelings aside because his health was more important. I also hadn't talked to Mike, because he hadn't gone to school all this week, and when I called him on Tuesday, he simply told me that he was sick. But now I wonder if it was just a lie that had to do with Vic being here.

He looked between Ms. Evans and I with such desolate eyes, I'm sure I could forever get lost in them and eventually die from loneliness. I let out an annoyed sigh, because it shouldn't matter to her, either way she is going to get paid. But I nodded in agreement nonetheless, and she began walking again, but before I followed behind her and Vic got away from me, I grabbed him by his wrist and made sure I had his attention.