He Loves Me Not // h.s

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A/N: Hola loves! Sorry it took so long for me to update. I'll let you get to reading soon or you can just skip this lol. It took me awhile to find a person who was going to be Loor but I finally found someone! The picture above is the beautiful Alycia Debnam-Carey....okay I'll let you guys read now, don't forget to comment and vote 💗💗

"Please tell us your name dear."

I never really understood how going to a support group helped you, trust me it wasn't like the fault in our stars at all. There was no Augustus Waters, but instead of bunch of girls that had self-esteem issues and eating disorders. Everyone makes disorders seem like there no big deal but Bulimia isn't a long haired pretty girl bending over a toilet with a tragically beautiful face, it's a puffed up miserable face with vomit dripping from it's chin and a nose bleed. Anorexia isn't a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake, it's hair growing all over you devastatingly freezing, malnourished body. Depression isn't a model with running mascara staring into the sunset, it's staring into the ceiling at 4am, eyes burning because you haven't even got the motivation to close them. Self-Harm isn't lovely boys kissing your arms telling you that you're beautiful, it's showers that sting and nasty scars that will last forever. Panic attacks aren't crying into your lovers chest, them telling you everything is going to be okay, it's feeling completely helpless and out of control, like every bit of oxygen has been taken from you. Mental illnesses aren't beautiful, they don't make you special and don't make people suddenly care about you. It's a scary thing and I really don't think talking about your feelings is going to get rid of that over night.

"Can I pass" I ask

"Sure you can" the lady smiles

"How about you." She looks at the girl sitting to the right of me.

Her hazel eyes widen. "U-um sure." She sighs. "My name is Violet and I-I'm in here b-b-because I self h-harm"

The girl to the left of me giggles.

"Are you fucking serious" I murmur.

The lady in charge glares at me with a frown on her face. "Excuse me, but if you have something to say would you say it to all of us."

Her eyes scream I dare you and damn is she in for a treat.

I smile as sweetly as I can at her. "Actually thank you for the opportunity, I do have something to say." I rise from my chair taking a good look at everyone around me.

I clear my throat. "First off I would like to thank Violet for sharing, it's a hard thing to do, and it takes a brave person to do it."

Violet gives me a small smile. "Thank you" she whispers

I put my finger to my mouth, thinking about what I should say next. I mean if the bitch next to me wanted to act like a bitch, than she would get treated like one.

I look deep in her eyes, she's smirking at me and it's ticking me off. Who the fuck does she think she is.

Dark hair and piercing blue eyes, she's beautiful no doubt about it but her ugly personality makes her hideous in my eyes.

I turn my attention toward Violet now. Her hair is the color of Carmel, big hazel eyes, and pouty heart lips. She looks no more than 15.