Breaking With Every Step I Take

Chapter 4: Mind Too Scared To Think

Chapter 4: Mind Too Scared To Think

 "Since this is your first group therapy session, and you're all girls, why don't we start by getting to know eachother a little better. We'll go around in a circle and you will say your name, something you like, and why you're here, ok?" It was a male nurse this time. He wanted to talk about girl problems with a bunch of hormonal girls? A big black man? We'll see how this goes, but I'm not telling the reason as to why I'm here, I'm such a good actress, why bother telling the truth? Everything I say will be sugarcoated. "Mind starting off?" He looked towards the slightly over weight girl with the dark hair and messy bun. She sat on the couch, legs up bringing them as close to her stomach as they could bare, looking dull and disgusting. 

"Well I'm Taylor Trumbetti, and I love going mudding with my boyfriend in his truck, and I'm here because I tried to kill myself." She made it sound so confident, but not in the good way, more in the, 'I'm going to pretend I'm a stuck up brat so everyone will bow down to me' way. And excusez-moi, but did she say boyfriend? Because I highly doubt a creature like that could obtain a boyfriend, that wasn't some fat hillbilly with a ginger buzz cut. Also, what was this "mudding" she spoke of? It sounded disgusting, I don't like going near mud, in a truck or not. 

"Alirght, very good, would you mind telling us why you tried killing yourself?" Now he was pushing it, and you could see the glare in her eyes s she tightened her fists.

"What the hell's it to you, fatty?" I held in my laughter. As if she had the right to call anyone fat. She was twice his size in stomach weight. It just looked bigger on him since he was much taller than all of us, probably around six foot four. 

He cocked his head, smirked, and waited a little before coming back with a smart reply, "Do you enjoy putting others down? Are you here because you have insecurities you push onto others?" Demi cracked up with an evil snarl as he said it, tapping her feet in a rhythem on the floor. I maintained my form, bacj straight, legs crossed, one hand on my knee while the other was playing with my hair. Demi was now chewing on hers. That's nice. "Alright, how about you?" He looked towards Demi now who was next to speak. If her thing to do was say "I'm mad." I will get mad and flip shit on the creepy bitch. 

"I'm Demi Morgan, and I like doing drugs and partying, and I'm here because I tried killing myself too, but because my mom hates me and my grandparents hate me too." As if anyone would invite her to a party. If she was invited to a party where I'm from, and with the people I know, she'd only be there to be the laughing stalk. And drugs? Are you proud of yourself now, hun? No wonder she was so psychotic, she was always hyped up on drugs, the crazy bitch. And awh, poor you, your family hates you? Think it may have anything to do with your disgutsting habits?

"Well I'm Madeline Lance, and the things I enjoy doing are going to church and then going home and worshiping the devil, and I'm here because I don't eat, because I don't want to end up like Taylor." That whole sentence to the turn I was not expecting it to, and everyone was drop dead silent, until Taylor got up out of her seat and walked over to Madeline. "You got a problem with me you anorexic bitch? I'm better than you." 

"Sit back down, Ms. Trumbetti." The male nurse, who I now realized was wearing a name tag that said "Jamal"  on it, had said before getting up and stepping in between Madeline and Taylor. I needed a new plan now, no more preppy girl, but rather be a nice girl. Polite and not white trash like these other girls. 

Taylor finallly sat back down, irritation flowing through her body and pumping out her already stretched veins through her plumped up skin. Madeline smirked and cocked her head, satisfied with the fact she was able to get through to Taylor and piss her off. I on the other hand couldn't help but feel nerves through my body, were these girls real? Was this all a joke? They couldn't possibly be serious with the way they're acting, behavioral wise and such. 

I realized everyone was quiet and now looking at me. It was my turn. 

"I'm Darcy Jackson and where I'm from there's really not much to do, so I hang out with my friends and we go to the mall often. And the reason I'm here is because, I'm just looking for help so I can better cope with problems I've been dealing with over the years."

"Problems? Did Barbie over here just say she had problems?" Madeline cackled as she stared at me, past my eyes and into my soul, down my throat and through my body her glare went. I wasn't sure whether to be offeneded or not, sure I'm blonde which people spectate to be Barbie, but I'm anything but fake. 

"We all have problems, never judge a book by it's cover." Another snarky remark from Dr.Phil apparently. Jamal needed to realize nothing these girls say could possibly get me down. I know I'm better than them, and they'll just have to get used to the idea that they are not the center of attention here, and that I am not one of them. Never will be, and never plan to be.

My thoughts were inturpted due to my short attention span and the metal cart once again rolling down the hallway with food on trays stacked upon it. Everyone got up and grabbed a tray and went into the place where we had eaten lunch. All the other girls sat in the exact spots in which they sat before. Demi to my left. Taylor to my right. And Madeline staring me down, a straight shoot between us. 

Dinner was silent and so was I.