Broken

"Lonley, sad, broken, lost." I listed a few words that described myself as my "therapist" scratched them down on a notepad.

"Mhm... mhm... mhm" the only thing he ever said besides "Tell me how you feel."

This was useless. A therapist wasn't going to help. I don't know why I'm always so sad, I've just been this way my whole life. It runs in my family. I guess what I really need is someone outside of my family and friends telling me that I'm beautiful or whatever. I know it won't happen though. Oh well.

My therapist stands from the uncomfortable looking brown, leather couch and procceeds to the door. He's going to break the news to my mom... depression. I don't need meds or anything but, he's going to prescribe them. People just don't understand.

Dr. Larry walks in and hands me the un-needed meds and gestures for me to leave. "Thanks?" I squeak out. He slowly nods as I close the door and return to my mother who seems... not different at all. I guess she could tell that I have depression.

I don't cut or anything like that, I just don't like myself. I never feel good enough and I'm not liked. People at school don't like me, I get dirty looks and hate on Twitter from complete strangers. I just don't understand why anyone would hate someone else.

We enter the car and my mom turns to look at me. "Are you okay?"

"Mom, I'm perfectly fine."

"Okay. I just want to make sure. I know you hate the therapist but, we have to go. You need professional help."

"Yeah well, he isn't that much help."

"Lyric!" I'm starting to get sassy so she ends the conversation.

I turn up the radio and a One Thing by One Direction is on. I love One Direction! Their music makes me feel beautiful, just what I need. I wish I had tickets to their concert in a week because it's on my birthday. I'll probably just sit at home and complain while I'm on tumblr about how I'm not at the concert.

***ONE WEEK LATER***

I awake to the loud singing of my mom, dad and brother singing happy birthday to me. "Good morning," I laugh at how silly they are.

"WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" My dad shouts as I sit up in my bed, awaiting the surprise. "Close your eyes," my younger brother, Jack commands. I obey and shut my eyes. After about thirty seconds, my mom tells me to open my eyes and I do. One Direction backstage passes are swinging in front of my face. My green eyes widen with happiness and excitement! "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? THANK YOU SO MUCH. THANK YOU. THANK YOU" I scream.