Schizoaffective | Luna (AustinFFA)

Prologue

I sit in my therapists office, like I do every Monday and Friday after school.

Therapy is the only thing that I can rely on. My life changes too much, too quickly. But this office is always here. The same beige walls. The same navy chairs with caramel colored pillows.

I stare at the black clock on the wall, watching the hands move slowly. Seconds pass, then minutes. I listen to the sounds. Tic toc. Tic toc.

"Robyn?" Amy, my therapist asks.

I look up at her. She stares at me with those soft blue eyes. She sends me a warm smile, which I try to return, but can't get the strength to.

I used to be so good at faking smiles. I would do it everyday. To my friends. To my boyfriend. But that was years ago. Now I can barely show any emotion. Forced or not.

"Anything new happened this weekend?" She asked me, taking out her clipboard.

Why does she always ask this stupid question? She knows that nothing changed. She knows that I still barely leave my room. Or eat. Or sleep. Or do anything other than stare at the gray walls which surrounded me for the past 3 years of my life.

"People say that music helped them get through hard times, and a long time ago that worked for me too" I said, surprising myself a little. I saw her smile grow. I looked away.

The rest of the secession was her talking and me responding with nods and blank stares.

As I get in the car with my mom I spot a girl that was a big part of my life. Once upon a time, I actually had friends. I had a life. I was big, I was popular. And then in the summer leading to junior year, everything changed.

"Isn't that Willow?" My mom asks, pointing at the red haired beauty. I nodded softly, my gaze still following behind my ex best friend.

My eyes caught another figure, running behind her. It was a boy. And he was gorgeous. His name was Austin.