~Imogen's POV~
I walked out of the support group room with a scowl on my face. We went back to the basics and had to explain why we were in this dumb thing. I always hate having to say 'hey I'm Imogen, and if you didn't know I have depression, was once suicidal, oh and PTSD.'
Yea not something I want to tell people about.
I felt real bad for Miles though. Aspyn seemed to not know he was suicidal as well and went off on him.
Miles and I have been 'friends' ever since we joined this group. When Aspyn wasn't here it was always just us talking or...trying to anyways. We aren't really that social or optimistic about things, so it's a little hard.
Sometimes we would go out and walk round the park or go over to each others houses, I could always tell him everything. Some times I wish I hadn't though.
We had soon drifted apart when Aspyn came...I could tell he had a liking for her. I just wish he had time to still talk to me...
I swung the car door open and slumped inside before slamming the door shut behind me. It was only 12:00...what am I going to do now?
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I decided to go to the bookstore, shocker. I needed some new books anyways, even though I still had like seven to read, you can never have to many books.
I stroll down the large shelves that travel up as high as the ceiling. I manage to hold four books in my hand and decide that's good enough.
I walk over to the cashier and pay, giving the woman a quick smile, before I he'd back to my car. I check the dashboard clock, 1:13. Well, I guess I can go home and start reading again...
The ride home is awful, I get stuck at every single red light, and by the time I get home it's already 2:27. It took me a whole hour to get back!
I reach over to the passenger seat and grab my purse and new books before locking the car and stomping up the steps. The door is unlocked, meaning mum is at the house...or she forgot to lock it.
I walk in to a silent home and realize, she just forgot to lock the door on her way out. I shut and lock the door before heading up to my room.
I decide that I'm not going to be doing anything else today so I change into some old sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. I jump in bed and cover myself in the soft comforter before grabbing a pair of glasses of my nightstand and a random book that I just bought.
Another day of doing nothing, check.
I start to open the book when my stomach growls. I remember that I only ate half my pancake and some bacon this morning. It wouldn't hurt to have a snack...would it.
I drop the book on the bed and stroll down to the kitchen just grabbing a water bottle, I'm probably just thirsty. I decide that I don't want to walk back up the stairs and go to sit on the couch.
I grab the remote and switch it on, scrolling to a random movie. I'm halfway through the movie when out of the corner of my eye I see the front door open.
Mum walks in with some grocery bags and falls down on the couch next to me with a sigh. "I have had a tough day."
"Tell me about." I say with a small smile forming on my face.
