today would have been the perfect day to go to the beach. unfortunately, i had other plans. my friends didn't understand why i couldn't hang out, since i was always up for some fun.
a while back, my dad and i had decided that it was a good idea for me to attend group therapy. i wasn't pleased, but i wasn't upset either. now, i feel a little better about going. everybody was super sweet, and painfully funny, which made the experience so much more fun.
today was an important group day for me, i really couldn't miss this one. if there was one thing that freaked me out, it was my birthday. i know, i know. how could you hate your own birthday?
let me explain. i have never had one good birthday before. the aftermath of the horrific events that take place on my birthday usually result with people leaving before i can even blow out the candles on my cake.
the bad birthdays started as soon as i could remember. up until i was the sensitive age of thirteen, the birthdays were bad, but for minuscule reasons that only children could understand. on my thirteenth birthday, the guy who i was recently crushing on was on his way to see me, when he got hit by a car. the police said that he didn't die instantly, which terrified me.
i'm usually a happy, energetic person. however, my birthday always sucks the personality out of me. i was hoping that tomorrow would be different, though. i really didn't want to have a miserable 18th birthday, that would be truly tragic.
if i wanted good things to happen, i had to be positive. i put on a tank top, slid on a pair of jeans, and tightened my ponytail. i was going to have an amazing birthday tomorrow.
i looked over at my phone, which happened to be buzzing like crazy. it was ethan, one of my friends from group. at the previous session, he asked me if i wanted him to pick me up. it was a very sweet offer, especially since i had just failed my drivers test for the second time.
i ignored the call, and headed downstairs to meet him.
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our group consisted of eight people, four boys and four girls. we always met in a beyond comfy room, with lots of couches and beanbags. i usually sat with my girls, but i sat on one of the couches with ethan today.
"so, somebody's birthday is tomorrow..." the group therapist, brittany, smiled at me.
everybody cheered, and gave me cute little birthday wishes. my group was mostly aged 17-19, so a couple of people had already experienced their 18th.
one of my closest friends in the group, cher, turned to face me. of course, she was having trouble making a smooth turn, since she was sitting in a beanbag.
"what are you gonna do? did your boyfriend plan anything for you?"
i actually hadn't heard from him in a few days. usually when he disappeared, it was safe to say that he wouldn't be around for a while.
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a/n: i reaaaaally can't wait to write this one!!
