Spare Hearts

The boy in the window

So. Where are we? Well, currently sitting in a waiting room. Waiting to be cross examined by so adolescent psychologist. With my brother. Both waiting. Both messed up. Sorry, let me introduce myself; I'm Ashleigh Hemmings. I'm 15 and messed up. I have anger issues and depression and just about every other mental illness under the moon.

I'm with my brother Luke Hemmings, he has an eating disorder. And before you ask, no we weren't abused or bullied. We have overprotective parents and a bazillion cousins. Luke has blonde hair in a quiff and bright blue eyes and I have chocolate/caramel hain that is wavy and just below my shoulders with boring hazel eyes. Luke is stick thin due to his ed and I am fat. Just fat.

"Ashleigh and Luke Hemmings?" A nurse called out. Luke stood up and I anxiously followed suit. "Just in jeer please" and then she walked off.

"You ok?" Like asked as he squeezed my hand.

"No. I feel like I'm gonna throw up any minute." It was the truth. I felt shit.

"Hello, Luke and Ashleigh am I correct?" A woman in her twenties or earlier thirties asked as she sat down at the desk in the corner in front if us.

"Yes." Luke said, answering for me as well as himself. Luke's amazing. He has an amazing body and is a literal tumblr boy. He has a shit load of talent and is popular as hell. Unlike me. I'm bullied and have no life. I have afew friends but I don't really like people. And also Luke has the heart if an angel. Yes he gets angry but doesn't everyone?

"Ashleigh?"

"Um yeah?" Really need to stop zoning out.

"We were just talking about wether your parents wanted to come today?" I could feel myself pale as Luke squeezed my hand.

"No." I answer bluntly.

"May I ask why?" God this woman is annoying and we've only been here five minutes.

"No you may not." I tell her in a sarcasticly sweet way before slouching back into the chair.

Luke starts to answer her questions as I look absently out of the tall window next to me, there's some sort of garden. There's afew people Luke's age there. None mine. There's two boys. Bleached blonde and one with lilac hair slightly spiked. Both have guitars on their laps and writing down stuff on a messy notebook. Best bet is probably that they are writing a song. There's another group of people only just in my view from the window. One of them looks a bit older that Luke with what looks like shaved back and sides and a snap back backwards on his head. He has a nice smile. Another one has longer, floppy light brown hair. He has a foot ball by his feet and a bunch of tattoos on his arms and legs. I find my self chuckling at how he has his jeans rolled up at the ankles and the tops of his socks showing.

"What's so funny Ashleigh?" She asks me patronisingly.

"The fact that I'm here maybe? Or-" Luke Nudges my foot and looks at me sympathetically and I remember that we are here together. We both have problems. I look at him apologetically and he squeezes my hand. I look back to the window to see that one of the blonde boys have moved to the group with the football guy. There's afew more people there but I can't really see them. There's a couple in the far corner laying on the grass. Romantic. He has black hair and tanned skin with a sleeve and she is beautiful. I'm really jealous of how she looks. She has blonde hair and an amazing smile and A perfect figure from where I am. He is looking at her so admiringly it's making me feel suicidal again. Actually, I'm always suicidal. So it's making me even more so.

"So Ashleigh, tell me about yourself." Fuck you man! She looks at me with a smirk so I grin sweetly back at her. I'm tempted to courtesy but I'm too fat and lazy.