"18. I was finally 18. I could get away. Away from all of those memories," I told the psychiatrist. She nodded as if she understood, although I knew she didn't. No one could. No one but him.
"And then what happened, Delilah?" The woman asked for what seemed to be the tenth time today. It was alright though. This was not my first time in a place like this, though I would be ecstatic if it could be my last. As a 28 year old, I should be anywhere but here. All of the rooms were the same, with cream walls and tan chairs. All of the workers wore too dark of lipstick and too short of pants. And all of the patients, well, they were like me.
"Well, it'd be easier if I began from the start, from where it really developed."
"Alright, whatever is best for you," I got told in an almost bored tone, almost as if she was preparing for yet another speech about how the world hates me as some of the others must do. I ignored it and adjusted myself, knowing I would be here for quite an amount of time. This would be the first time I told anyone this, ever. But I needed to be free, free the way I had been for those few blissful moments in life that now seemed to hurt more than anything. I licked my lips and took a sip from my steaming mug of coffee before saying slowly,
"It all started when I met a boy named Harry..."
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Numb (Harry Styles AU)
FanfictionAll I wanted to feel was alive. I was tired of feeling so... Dead. So broken. So... Haunted. I wanted to feel my adrenaline race a hundred miles an hour through my body and to feel like a reckless teenager and be spontaneous. He gave me that feeling...
