lovely (a sucky original story)

Skylar

Okay, now is a good time to mention that Chandler's story takes place a few months before Skylar's story. That's all, you can keep reading this trash now.

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     I held a small paper cup in my hand, it looked sad. I sat with my left leg crossed over my right leg and held the sad-looking cup over my left knee with my left hand, my right arm crossed over my stomach. I leaned forward and looked down, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Miller as she spoke to me like a kindergarten teacher speaks to one of their students.
"How are you feeling today?" She sounded concerned. She wasn't.
"I don't know," I uncrossed my legs and tossed the sad cup into the garbage bin beside me. "why don't you tell me? That's what you're best at, putting your words into my mouth."
"Don't act like this. You're trying to distance yourself from me because you're afraid I'm going to abandon you. I will never abandon you, Skylar."
"You think I'm depressed and you also think that I have trust issues." I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Great. Just great."
"I know you're depressed."
"And I know that I'm just fine," of course I knew I wasn't fine. I just don't like talking about it. "can we be done now?"

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After therapy, my mom drove me to my favorite coffee shop and we sat inside there for a little. It could've been a perfect end to a not horrible day, but those five words that came out of her mouth ruined it.
"What happened wasn't your fault."
She had been telling me those five words almost every day for about four months now, I didn't know if believed them. I stormed out of the coffee shop. Tears started falling down my face, my breathing got heavier, I felt lightheaded, and then I completely blacked out.

THIS IS LITERALLY TRASH OOPS. I PROMISE IT WILL GET BETTER