'My lovely friends, I want to introduce you to someone. This someone happens to be as sad as you were before, but he will get better, just as you did. I ask you to be kind and respectful. His name is Kurt and he is twenty-four. And here he comes.' Frank's upbeat voice resonated in my ears. To me, he sounded too high pitched to be normal, but I didn't care that much to say it out loud.
However, I loathed him. I loathed him so fucking much for being so optimistic no matter what. Every time he smiled, I frowned. Every time he laughed, I growled and turned my head. He was like the sun and I was like a vampire.
I don't know what the others thought but to me, it seemed like he's laughing at us. Laughing at me for being depressed, laughing at Scott for his anorexia, at Maite's anxiety, making fun of Shari's schizophrenia, joking about Duncan's OCD.
Yet he didn't seem too keen on the idea of talking about Jerome, one of the two immigrant members of our support group. The poor boy wasn't older than twenty when he passed away. Maybe he feared our reaction, maybe he feared to admit he couldn't help him. Heaven knows why we never talked about him, or about drugs, or about anything that could trigger a reaction in us. The sessions were dull, boring, and I avoided them as much as possible.
But, alas, I was there when Kurt appeared for the first time.
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Sundays In the Sun
FanficSunday is a young, partially immobile woman fighting depression. she attends a support group in her hometown, Seattle, where she meets Kurt Cobain. Lonely Sunday and even lonelier Kurt become friends and he shows Sunday that even on a wheelchair, sh...
