"I let waves of insults crash down on me, feeling myself drawing closer to an attack and then, it stops and the room is dead silent."
{Ryan is sent to a mental hospital and falls in love with not one, but two boys, which always leads to trouble. But...
I walk in the doors too see a black, red, and white decorated room. My eyes glide around the room taking in the deep red couch and solid black carpet. I land on a middle aged man with black hair and a bright smile. He shakes my hand before opening his notepad and scribbling something down. "Mr. Wentz but you can call me Pete and I'm going to be your counselor." I nod quickly before taking a seat on the nearest chair.
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He smiles again slightly before speaking again "So, Ryan, tell me your story. Why are you here?" I take a hesitant breathe before leaning into the couch and letting my life spew out in words so Pete knew every detail. I was halfway through the story of my suicide attempt when I saw Pete tense up. I furrow my brows in confusion but Pete shakes his head and motions for me to go on. I nod and continue my story, wiping away tears every now and then. When I finish, Pete smiles and tells me that we'll work more on helping me tomorrow and how I need to keep my head up until next time.
I give him a small smile and walk out the door only to be met with Josh again. He smiles brightly making the memories of my session wash away completely. I smile back before following behind him hesitantly. "Where are we going now?" I ask quietly as we pass the door to my room. Josh smiles softly before replying back a quick "You'll see."
