WALLS(Zayn Malik A.U)

chapter 8- Lauren-Hills

*AVA*

After continuous arguing I agreed to go to the facility but no longer than two weeks. My mother as expected was in hysterics the entire drive over there. I didn't look up at all as I played with the hem of my grey sweater. I didn't want to go there was nothing they can do to dissolve the everlasting pain I feel. I feel like a butterfly who's wings were ripped away the only thing it needs to survive in this world taken,  its freedom in a sense ripped away forever.

My mom always told me when I was younger that only once in a life time you will find a love that you positively will keep forever I found it and it was taken. I watched the trees we drove past,tall and swaying in the free winds.

"Were er, driving up to it now" My father informed us he tried looking into my eyes through the rearview mirror but I turned my head.

This is not a goodbye, my darling this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. but most of all my dear thank you for showing me there will be a time were I can let you go.

I've never fully understood that quote but, now the meaning of it is slapping me in the face. Oh but Nicholas Sparks was incorrect on his point of adhere to my situation because I firmly believe that I will never be able to let christian go. He is my sea and I am the current that will forever keep him moving.

"We'll visit as much as possible" My mother explained as she cried on me.

"We love you Ava" My dad said when he put my luggage on the uncomfortable looking bed.

After my brother said goodbye they embraced me in a family hug and departed leaving me in this building with white brick walls and a creme colored rough carpet. There was a knock on my door startling me as I put my clothes in this ugly white dresser.

"Hello Ms. Dawson I am Margaret your personal therapist" She said after walking into my room.

She wasn't a day over maybe sixty her grey and black hair thrown into an elegant bun. Her out fit was very businesses woman casual she seemed kind enough but I do not like her.

"Hi" I stated simply.

She smiled. " In a few minutes our group will be meeting so all you have to do is go left down these halls and enter these double doors you'll see that will lead you to our session" She explained and I nodded.

"Good after the session I'll talk to you about how everything else works here" I nodded again she smiled at me once more before leaving.

"This is bulls*hit" I muttered.

After putting the rest of my clothing in these ugly draws  I decided to follow Margaret's directions and entered the support group. Everyone was sat in chair organized in a circle. There seemed to be an equal number of boys and girls everyone seemed glum well obviously. I took a spare seat next to a girl with long ginger locks she smiled at me for a split second then looked away.