Nyctophilia || Ghorror

Support Group

Ricky 

"Welcome everyone to support group. Let's all go around and say our name and a little of what's on your mind." 

So one by one people stood and the general mood of I don't wanna be here was obvious.

"I'm Ricky Horror and I have better things to do then spend it with you fucked up people." I sat back down and we continued on talking about our problems, but everyone was so tight lipped that we sat in silence for the longest time. The leader just gave up and everyone broke into a million different conversations. I stuck my headphones in and tuned the world out. 

An hour later we disbanded and I waited on the curb for my sister. I started smoking while waiting and someone sits next to me.

"Hey man can I have one?" I sighed and handed him one and my lighter. "Thanks." He gives me my lighter and we sat in silence. 

"That was a bore wasn't it?"

I looked at him incredulously for a few seconds. Am I really that approachable? Damnit. I've worked so hard to make myself unapproachable. You can't trust anyone and you can't let them close. It's sad but true. I learned that the hard way when my ex stabbed me so fucking hard in the back. I was so naive back then.

"Yes I'm really talking to you and I'd like an answer."

"Am I really that approachable?"

"Yes. I'm Ghost."

"I know, I was in there remember?"

"I don't know. You were zoning pretty hard." 

"So you noticed."

"Yeah. Well my ride is here. Bye Ricky."

I nodded and he walks off. He doesn't seem like he belongs in the support group of depressed and suicidal teens. A horn cut through my thoughts and I looked up to see my sister. I walked over and got in the passenger seat. 

"Hey, how was support group?"

"Boring." I put in my headphones again silently telling her I'm done talking. I could hear her sigh though. If there was a "world's best sister of a depressive fuck up" I'd buy it for her but they don't so yeah. When we got home she tells me she's going to spent the night at her friend's. 

"Alright." She gives me some money to get a pizza cause Dad's gonna be out forever with his drinking buddies. She hugs me then gets back in the car and drives off. I entered the house and grabbed my speaker. If I'm home alone then no one can tell me not to blast my music. So I went through my playlist and put on some Misfits. 

After ordering the pizza I changed into something comfy and removed my makeup. I grabbed my black beanie pulling it back on. I went downstairs and sang along while dancing around the house.

There was a knock on the door and I whirled around to see Ghost holding my pizza. 

"Nice dancing." He smirks and I just snatched the pizza from him. 

"That'll be $5 and your number." He says and I rolled my eyes. 

"Here's your money and you'll have to try a little harder." I shut the door in his face. Going to the kitchen I switched off my music and turned on The Walking Dead. I was having a good night till I remembered I have support group tomorrow. And she's gonna make me go. Fuuuuuccccckkkk. I don't wanna go! 

3 seasons later I turned it off, threw my box away and retired to my room. Remembering what happened last time I didn't lock my door, I quickly do that before going to bed. Don't need anymore surprise visits from Dad. Not really my type.