Taken By You

Chapter 9

I have a little surprise for all of you! I posted a day early because its my 2 month anniversary on Wattpad! I just came up with this idea like... 5 minutes ago. So enjoy? XD

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Todd POV

I slowly walked into the bathroom, sensing a weird vibe. The way Jamie said, "You may want to check it out." She looked me straight in the eye, staring with wide, teary eyes. I looked around the bathroom, until I saw it. On the mirror.

Help, I have been kidnapped by mike. Call 911.

-Jamie

Was writing in sloppy, red lipstick. How could my brother do this to a poor girl? She seemed so tense. Now I know why. I quickly pull out my phone and dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A friendly voice said.

What do I say?

"Ummm, my brother Mike has kidnapped a girl. Her name is Jamie." I say.

"How do you know this?"

"She wrote a note. Please help. I don't know what to do!" I yell.

"Calm down sir. Are they both at your house?" She asks.

"Yes. Here's my address."

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Janine POV

I walked down the street slowly. Nothing exciting happens. I feel lonely, and sad. And empty. Mostly empty. The days go by slower and slower, without anything happening. No news of Stevie, occasional talks with Greg, and my failing grades. I don't try anymore. I don't want to try.

I slowly unlocked my door and plopped in the couch. I grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV.

"Janine. Get over here!" My mom shouted at me. I groaned and walked to the kitchen.

"What." I mumbled, opening a bag of chips and shoving my hand in them.

"Care to explain this!" She said furiously, shoving a paper into my face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the paper. It was a report card. Damn, she wasn't supposed to see this.

"That's nothing." I excuse lazily.

"All D and Fs!!!" She screamed. "That is unexceptable. What is wrong with you! You used to be a straight A and B student! Now look at you! You don't wear makeup, you've gained 10 pounds, and you don't have any friends!" She accused me. I instinctively held onto my stomach. I didn't think it was that noticeable...

"I know this Stevie thing is hard on you," she continued. "But you gotta try. You have your whole life ahead of you darling! I think you need help. I want you to go to this therapist 1 a week to talk about your feelings. Also your grounded for 2 weeks. These grades are unacceptable ." I can't believe it. I have to see a therapist. Like a crazy person! I'm not crazy! I'm just sad!

"Mom!" I whined.

"No. This is happening, and so is your life." And with that, she stomped away.

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After school, I walked from the school to my car. I went inside, turned the key, and drove off. Today was the day, and I was not looking forward to it.

At the therapist office, I signed in and waited. After about 5 minutes, a young lady, around her late 20's, stepped in and called my name. I slowly followed her to her office, sitting on the couch as she closed the door behind her.

"Hi, Janine, I'm Dr. Carly Jeffers. I want you to feel comfortable in being honest with me, and I don't want you to be afraid."

I rolled my eyes at her cheesiness, as she went on the ask me questions.

"How old are you?"

"15"

"Are you depressed?"

"I don't know."

"How is your school life?"

"Good."

And it went on like that for about 10 minutes. I wasn't about to tell this lady I barely know all about my crappy life. My mom is not right.

"Ok." She said angrily. It surprised me a lot. "Cut the crap, Janine. I know your sad, but don't bring other people into it. You just making everyone's lives more miserable, including yours. Now tell me the truth, why are you depressed." She said abruptly, causing my heart to skip a beat. This nice lady is yelling at me. But now I know why. I'm acting like a bitch to everyone. It isn't fair to others.

At that point, I lost it. It's my fault my life is ruined. I'm making it worse. I gave up on myself, I'm not trying hard enough. So for the next 5 minutes, I sat there and sobbed. I cried my eyes out. I used her whole tissue box. I needed this release. I've been holding it in for months.

"I don't have any friends. There all dead or missing!" I blubbered to Dr. Jeffers. "I am failing every class, and I hate my self. I don't have a boyfriend. I am depressed, and I am stubborn. I didn't want help because I was scared to admit that... I am depressed. Everyday, I go to school. I sit there, I pack at the end of the day and go home. That's my life. I feel empty. I'm just tired of everything being boring and sad, and I'm ready to move on."

For the rest of the appointment, we talked about ways to help me, one being to be social. She said I needed skeins there for me, and as a teenager, I don't want my parents. My next goal: meet friends.

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I walked into school the next day with more pep in my step. This gave me a new meaning to my life. I needed to find friends, and everything will be fine. I walked to my locker and bumped into the one person I wanted to see, Greg. He looked nervous...

"Hey, Janine. Ummmm, you look happy this morning." He said.

"Well, I feel better." I said. No one could know I was going to a therapist. No one.

"I have a question for you." He began nervously. "There is this thing on Friday night at John's house, and I was... Ummm... Wondering if..... Um-"

"Are you asking me out?" I blurted.

He looked startled before blushing. He looked so cute, with his brown hair converting his eyes. This was perfect. I could have a boyfriend. And friends.

"Of course!" I yelled a little too excitingly. I rose on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek before running off to first period. This was going to be great.

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Hey gaiiiis. This is short, I know. But I'm having writers block and I

really don't want to write the next chapter. So I'll tell you

Stevie settles into her new house in Seattle. Her neighbors think she's Jim's wife, Lauren.

I really tried my best to start writing it, but my mind wouldn't let me. So that's what happens in the chapter I'm not writing. If I ever finish this, I may make it like a bonus scene or something.

So... Forgive me? Oh and does anyone wanna be my editor? U gotta be smart tho.

Love...

Claire.