Closure

Ch.1

     "Now, Amber. What do you think is the worst thing that has happened to you in your life so far? Or even to narrow it down, within the past five years?" My therapist questioned.

     "When the love of my life broke my heart." I quickly responded, not wanting to break out in tears.

     My therapist looked at me stunned. " Well that was a quick response. would you like to give me a slight insight on this by telling me how long ago your relationship started?" Ms. Peony, my therapist, looked at me very intrigued.

     "December 23. exactly four months ago." I sternly responded.

     "Okay. Now, how long did this relationship last for?" She continued.

     I looked at her with an annoyed glare " One month and a day. January 24."

     Ms. Peony started to close her book and remove her glasses "Okay Amber. This concludes our session for today. I will be more than happy to hear about this relationship. I know your depression is getting worse and I believe this may be one of the causes of you not improving. Gaining closure from this is probably the best thing for you now. I'll see you in a few days!" She said to me as I walked out of her office.

     My name is Amber Pike, currently I live in Northern California and I attend Cedar Ridge High School. For the past two years of high school I participated in track and field and gained a reputation and Varsity title from my discus records. Now that the season is over it gives me a chance to focus on myself more and being able to see my therapist more often.

     In second grade I remember going off on a huge rant on how gender inequality sucked and that women need a better pay raise, suddenly within the blink of an eye I stopped and started doodling. I was five years old, going on six later that year. After that incident my parents decided to take me to a psychiatrist, which is where I was soon diagnosed with you guessed it; Bipolar Depression. At first I was prescribed with a low dosage medication. since I was a little smart ass (Still am) I looked up the pros and cons of taking medication and once I found that majority ruled of negative effects, I told my parents which is where the different therapies come in. I've gone through shock therapy and after that didn't work I took different medication and that same vicious cycle continued for about two years until I stumbled upon the lovely Ms. Peony. She was 23 at the time and had just moved into her office. I so happen to be one of her first patients hence the start of her career. Since that day her words of advice had always helped me until I hit middle school, seventh grade. It got a bit harder because of so many insecurities I had along with the lowest self esteem that is possibly known to mankind. Of course I had friends to help me along the way but I met my real best friend almost a year and a half ago. 

     Lauren Maxwell, what a dane. It all started in my freshman biology class. I walked into class listening to the Bee Gees and my teacher, Mr. Skiff, told me were moving seats. I was whatever with it because I literally hated everyone in that class so I thought the next group of people I'm paired with will be as shitty as the other. I looked at the screen as he posted the assigned groups and seats. 

     "WHAT?!?! MR. SKIFF WHY DO I HAVE TO MOVE?? I LIKE IT HERE!!" Lauren annoyingly shouted across the room.

     "Well Lauren, I think you'll like Amber. She's a very well rounded person and she has a great taste in music." Mr. Skiff explained

     'Um... what??' I thought. At the time I thought she was the most bitchy and boastful person in this whole room. However it wasn't my decision and I just let it be and sat next to her. Of course I tried to make conversation with her but she gave me the cold shoulder as I suspected. However, a few class periods with her went by and we were joined at the hip. our friendship flourished from petty hatred. We knew it was real because of the fact that we hated the same people, had similar music taste, read the same books. Plus she was very intellectual and mature which I love. I wouldn't replace her for the world. 

     At the beginning of this year, tenth grade, is when my life started to quickly proceed into a downwards spiral. I'm not going to go into detail on this but lets just say my thoughts and emotions haven't been in the right place. 

     During winter break is where this accident is beginning to happen. One of my old best friends Fjeran (Fe-hair-ann) had hooked me up with one of his good friends. Last year he had switched schools during the second semester, he was still within proximity but he was in a different district. Winter break he messaged me saying that I need to talk to his friend that I would be possibly interested in. At the time I thought why not because I wasn't doing anything. That night was the first time I had spoken to the most perfect human being in my eyes. Brady Reynolds. He was everything I had dreamed in a guy. Taller than me, muscular, a total nerd like me, funny, an amazing music taste. It was amazing, I asked Fjeran why he chose me to hook him up with and he told me ' Dude. Once you meet him, you'll understand. He is legit the male version of you.' And after that night of texting Brady back and fourth, I knew I was going to fall in love. He was the perfect rendition of everything. What more could I ask for?