Unlike You

Seven

"The four necessities of live consist of: food, water, clothing, and shelter. As far as I can see, you have all of them. But there is one necessity that a lot of people miss. Love. Love is what keeps us alive. One study proved this. One year, someone put two children in separate rooms. They were to stay there for a month, if I remember correctly. In the one room, the child was fed, given water, clothes, and the room was to be their shelter for that time. The scientists would go in, do their business and such, then leave. Not saying a single word to the child. Meanwhile, in the other room, the child was, again, treated with food, water, clothes, and shelter. The only difference is, the second child, was treated with love. The scientists would hug him, kiss him goodnight, you get the point.

"As the month progressed, the two boys did. The second boy was happy and healthy, but the first, believe it or not, became sick. This proves that we need love to live. Love is what helps us breathe. If we were to give every force a title, love would be the trees. Love and trees are similar. Both keep us alive, but without love, breathing would be pointless."

Dale's words hit me like a brick. We've been in support group for literally five minutes and I already am having an existential crisis in my seat. I can't tell if the others are, too, but if they are, I feel bad.

We were all emailed last night that a meeting would be held today, even though it should happen tomorrow. Dale wanted to do it today, because he has a wedding to go to tomorrow. It's not mandatory- although to my mom it is- so only half the group is here.

Lawrence didn't come to support group today. I'm debating on whether he just missed the email, or if he just didn't want to come. Both are believable.

Support group ends and we are dismissed. I stay be hind for a bit, sitting on the stage, watching the others leave.

Sitting in the utter quite of the auditorium is calming. I count every single chair in the auditorium before I decide I should leave. As I walk out, I am stopped by someone's hand grabbing my wrist. I don't have time to react as a hand is put over my mouth and I'm dragged away. I close my eyes involuntarily, not wanting to face whoever has captured me. I struggle against their grip, but it's too tight to get out of.

I feel tear pool in my eyes, wanting to go home so badly. I stop fighting and fall limp in their arms, letting them drag me away.

My eyes are still closed and I hear a door close. Great, I've been out for a total of three days and I am already going to die. I haven't called Dana yet!

I feel my tears start to flow at the thought of not seeing her again.

My back is pressed against a cool wall, my kidnapper in front of me with their hand no longer covering my mouth.

I keep my eyes closed and make no attempt to speak. I feel the pad of their thumb wipe away the tears on my cheeks.

"Hey," he deep voice says.

My eyes shoot open at the voice.

"Lawrence!" I scream. I push him away. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It was a joke," he defends, his face void of emotion. "I didn't realize I would make you cry."

A smirk appears on his face.

"I love how this is a joke to you," I say, hate filling my voice. "I thought I was going to die, and you have the audacity to stand here and smile about it. Who knew someone could be so heartless?"

With that, I turn to leave the empty classroom that Lawrence had dragged me into, but Lawrence grabs my waist, pulling me so our chests collide. His face is stone cold, his jaw clenched, his once grey-blue eyes are now black with anger.