Song: Wiped Out! By The NBHD
Christie's POV
(when is it not tbh?)
I hung up the last poster I brought in, and got down from the chair. I blew the hair out of my eyes, an idiotic grin plastered on my face. At the end of our last meeting, Jesse told us to bring in whatever 'christmas-sy' we could find, or make.
So I brought in some posters I made, a wreath, and a blow up snow man, actually feeling resourceful as fuck.
I walk backwards, and look at the room. Max's mom bought a Christmas tree for us, and nice ornaments. Francis and Serenity brought in sugar cookies, cupcakes, and a bunch of other food they made together. Dan brought in some Christmas lights and hung them around the room, after tripping over the wire a couple times.
"Alright you guys! This is fucking rad! I bought some candy canes, I didn't really know what to bring." He laughs awkwardly, sitting down in a chair. Serenity and Francis turn to look at each other.
"So where are the candy canes?" I ask, throwing him a smile.
"Thanks Chris, for appreciating me!" Jesse throws his arms in the air. He pointed to a box on top of a table.
I nod, and skip over to them. I grab a few, and pass them out to everyone. I sit beside Dan and Serenity waiting for the session to start.
"Alright. Who's going first today?" Jesse breathes out.
It was quiet, until Francis raised his hand, much to my surprise. I guess all that bottled up anger isn't doing any good for him. From the corner of my eye, I see Serenity bite her lip. I reach out and pat her knee, and I give her a small smile. She manages a stiff smile back.
I pull my hand away, unwrapping my candy cane loudly. I give Dan a sheepish smile, and he grins back at me, unwrapping his as well.
Francis looks at me and Dan, and starts talking. "I don't really know what to say." He whispers.
"Just say what you think you should. It doesn't even have to be about your issues, it ca-"
"I'll talk about my issues." Francis cuts him off quickly, running a hand through his brown hair.
"I'll talk about my issues, not because I want you to pity me, but because I want you guys to know that we can all talk to each other here." He adds, quietly.
Jesse's eyes sparkle, and I find myself smiling.
"I'm bipolar. And all my life, people treat it like a disease. They call it bipolar disorder." Francis spat the word out like the word itself was a contagious disease, and for a split second, I see something flash behind his eyes. They grew cold and hard, before returning back to the glimmering green they usually are.
He shakes his head, "They talked to me like I was a ticking bomb. Like I would explode." Francis chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "I probably would, but them treating me like that, just made me even angrier. They told me I was delusional, that my anger blinded me."
He was silent, and I wondered who 'they' were. His mom? His dad? His brother?
Society?
Him, himself? Did he look at himself like that?
"It did, sometimes, but not all the time. They even told me that I had 'manic episodes'."
No, it wasn't him. He wasn't 'they'.
"They made a bigger deal out of it themselves. And it got old."
Jesse nods, and his eyes were trained on Francis's face. Almost, as if he was connecting to Francis.
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writing this chapter when i should be studying for finals, like legit i haven't even looked at my reviews.
wish me luck yo
ily
btw, can i get some input on the book? i want some comments :P
