Saved//Green Day

Chapter 17

Chelsea's POV

*One week later*

I sat up in my bed. I looked around my room, realizing how alone I actually was. Billie, Mike, Tré, Adie, Jakob, and Joey were all there for me, but I was lonely. It almost seemed like nothing could change that. It was my first day of therapy and I couldn't help but feel nervous. 'What if I'm crazy? Or worse. What if I'm insane? What if I turn out like my parents?' I thought to myself.

"Chelsea! Jakob! Come get breakfast!" Joey yelled from downstairs.

I stood up and sighed while tying my hair in a ponytail. I walked downstairs and ran into Jakob, who was very tired. He gave me an exhausted growl and continued to walk to the kitchen like I was. I became more comfortable in the Armstrong household but it still wasn't home. Jakob and Joey treated me as if I'd been there their entire life, which made me feel a lot more comfortable. Billie, Mike, and Tré were basically children in adult bodies, but somehow, they were mature enough to make me feel safe around them. Then, there was Adrienne. I hated the fact that I got along with her. Maybe it was because she looked like my mom, but her personality and morals weren't anything like my mom's.

"Good mornin' Chels–whoa! Jake what the hell happened to you?!" Joey snickered.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Jakob groaned.

"Joey stop teasing Jakob," Billie began as he walked in the kitchen. "He's going through puberty, okay?" Billie laughed.

Joey, Billie, and I all laughed more than we should have. Then, Adie gave us a death glare that instantly shut us up. 'Maybe that's why I don't trust her,' I thought to myself.
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After breakfast, I decided that I should prepare for therapy. I picked up my phone that Billie had bought me a few days before, and searched Google for how bad therapy was. But, I only found the opposite of what I wanted to hear. "'Therapy is great!' 'Most helpful thing on the planet! Totally suggest to people with mental illnesses!' 'Been going to therapy for a year and I am super impressed!' 'Faaaaannnnnntaaastic!'" the comments read.

I immediately decided that everyone on the website was lying. There was no way that therapy was actually helpful! I don't even have a mental illness! I locked my phone and tossed it on my bed. I was in denial. I didn't want to think anything was wrong with me. I was happy? No, not exactly. I was sad? Yes, but it wasn't regular sadness. Depressed? No freaking way I was going to believe that I was depressed. I was perfectly fine.

I shook off my thoughts and locked my door so I could get ready. I grabbed a plain, grey v-neck tshirt, some black jeans, a flannel, and some black converse Adie got me a few days beforehand. She tried to get me to go with her, but I just wanted to stay indoors. I've never really been into the outdoors, but I enjoyed drawing it.

"Chelsea! Let's get going! We don't wanna be late!" Billie yelled from downstairs.

I sighed quickly, grabbed my phone, and ran downstairs and into the garage. Billie was already inside the car, flipping through the radio channels. I got in the car and immediately texted Jakob to avoid eye contact with Billie. Of course it was pointless to text Jake since he never texted in the mornings.

"The option of not going to therapy is still on the table," Billie told me.

I looked up at him with a large smile. He shook his head and continued to pull out of the garage. I shot him a look that read 'what the hell?'

"When you come up with an actual, genuine excuse, I won't make you go. Plus, you really need to get out of the house."

I huffed with anger and looked out the passenger window. Billie huffed as well and I felt his glare on my face and heard his body turn towards me in his seat. I tried my best not to smile, but he was so annoying sometimes that I had to smile. Once I faced him, he jumped back into his seat and began to drive. A grim smile spread across his face with victory.

"You're going to therapy," Billie smiled.

'Asshole,' I thought to myself as a smile grew on my face. He was a handful for someone who was supposed to be a father, but Jakob and Joey seemed like they were okay.

We pulled up into the parking lot of the therapist's office and I felt my stomach drop. I definitely didn't think it would end well, but maybe it would work? Billie stopped the car and waited for me to get out. Without looking at him or saying any type of goodbye, I swiftly walked into the office and to the receptionist's desk. The lady wore a cheerful smile, and had brown hair, dark brown eyes, a business skirt and top, heavy makeup, and a blue cardigan.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked. I nodded my head. "What's your name?" she questioned. I looked at her for help, but she didn't know that I wasn't talking. "You speak English, yeah?" I nodded my head and nervously tapped my fingers on the desk. She looked very confused, but before she could say anything, Billie walked in and said it all: my name, my appointment time, and which doctor I was set to see.

The receptionist told me directions to the therapist's room and I left without saying bye to Billie. I anxiously walked into the room and sat down on a black couch set across from a dark brown, leather chair. I nervously tapped my fingers on the plush couch until the therapist came in. She had a white board and marker, a clip board with paper, a pen, shoulder-length chestnut hair, gray eyes, glasses, and a warm smile. She wore a black skirt, dark blue dress shirt, black pointed heals, and a light coat of makeup. She walked over to me and held out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Kristy Krieger and you're Chelsea, correct?" she asked. I nodded and she sat down in the chair across from me. She handed me a white board and marker. "All I'm going to do is talk to you. There's nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Okay," I wrote on the white board.

Heyyy beautiful people!!! How are y'all doin'?? I hope this chapter is good bc im too tired to check for errors rn so im updating w/o editing! Lemme kno what u think of it! Ilyasm! XOXO