Broken

Part 1

"So tell me what's going on Alex" 

the psychologist said to me caringly. He was an old guy. With a long solid white beard and mustache. When he smiled it curled up to his rosey red cheeks. he kind of reminded me of Santa. He was wearing a Pastel purple tie that matched his shirt. over all he was very well put together... i really didn't like him

"Nothing i'm fine...i don't even need to be here" 

i said out loud all though i knew i did. i was diagnosed with bipolar when i was young and have been in a solid state of depression for two years... and i had the scars to prove it....

He gave me a look and flipped through the pages on his clipboard

"are you sure about that sweetie? because your mother says otherwise" 

he gave me a stern look and i just crossed my arms and slouched back onto the couch. after several minutes of staring he got up and walked out. 'Where is he going?' i thought 'probably out to tattle on me to my mom' i giggled out loud at myself. he walked back in the room my mother following close behind. i rolled my eyes and my mother gave me that look of disappointment and anger always got from her after rolling my eyes.

"Okay Mrs.Kelly? Your daughter seems to believe that there is nothing wrong. so instead of trying to pry it out of her i'm going to call the doctor and have her prescribe her and antidepressant and see where that leads" 

he said calmly. i stared at the clock. it was 3:57. Three more minutes and i will be free from here...

He shook my mom's hand and we walked out the door down the hallway took a couple twists and finally reached the elevator. i walked up and pressed the down arrow button my mom stood there quietly. i always hate the empty quiet space between us like this...

we both stepped into the elevator and my mom pressed the "1" button. a couple seconds of quiet passed then she looked at me with wide sad eyes

 "Why can't you cooperate with him Alex, He wants to help. I want to help you." she said tears forming in her eyes

"I'm sorry mom i just hate going there, and he doesn't want to help me he just wants your money" i said sighing as the elevator beeped and the doors opened. we walked through the lobby and out the door and to our silver minivan.

When we got home i went straight to my room and closed my door. i turned on my normal music, Sleeping with sirens, Black veil Bride, bring me the horizon, mayday parade, and my all time favorite My Chemical Romance. i turned it up loud and walked over to my bed as i was walking to my bed i walked past my long mirror. i was wearing Black Skinny ripped Jeans, and a dark grey hoodie underneath that i was wearing a blood red flannel and combat boot. that was basically my everyday outfit.

i love my room it's plastered with band posters and Skater quotes and pokemon cards and everything i loved. which wasn't that much... i walked over to my closet and pulled out some nike shorts and a black tee shirt. as i pulled off my clothes i notice my scars on my right thigh. it depressed me to even look at them. i sighed pulled on my clothes and layed on my bed and dozed off...

I was awakened by the sound of yelling. It was my mom she sounded upset or was that mad i could never tell "ALEX!!! ALEX GET IN HERE!!" she yelled at me i jumped up and ran in "I'm Coming!!!!" when i walked in her face was as red as a tomato and she was scowling at me. when she made that face she had wrinkles in between her eyes. "WHAT IS THIS!" she yelled pointing at the kitchen sink i just looked at her "These were supposed to be done hours ago" she said referring to the dishes "sorry i fell asleep..."

that little fight turned to hours of yelling. i ran to my room packed a couple things in my backpack. i stormed out of the my room and out the front door.

'THAT'S IT I'M DONE. I'V HAD IT I'M NOT COMING BACK!!'  

Thanks for reading my first chapter. comment and vote and all that stuff :)