My Dying Mate

Chapter 1: Therapy

*song: * "In my Blood" By Shawn Mendes

The rain taps against my dad's windshield as he drives me to my first group therapy session. The sky is growing dark. The air gusts cold as I walk up to the church's door, of course it's in a church, I grab hold of the metal door knob, it's cold to the touch. I pull it open with what little strength I have. My dad walks behind me making sure that I get to the right place and don't try to skip out, or hurt myself accidently. Once we get there I see there are chairs in a circle, in the center of the room, with a lady in the center of the circle shuffling paperwork. There are people sitting and standing around the room waiting the session to start.

"Welcome! Can you all please take a seat?" She pauses as everyone takes a seat. "I hope all of you are well. It looks like we have some new faces here tonight! What is your name?" I look up from picking at my nails.
"What is your name?" Damn it, I thought she was talking to someone else.

"Oh, um," I clear my throat, " I'm Emberly,"

"Hi Emberly" the group says in unison,

"Welcome! Would you or anyone else like to share?" She looks down at her clip board then back up at me then to the rest of the group. I don't like her. I look around the room there're people who look my age, to mid thirties to maybe even older. To my left a few seats away sits a boy about my age, he's wearing a light, maroon, loose t-shirt with faded jeans, he has dark short hair and a strong strait nose. To my right, a girl is wearing a black beanie and light blue cardigan with a graphic t-shirt with what I think is the shield from ZELDA, but I could be wrong. She has a small figure and sits a little slumped over, also picking at her nails, until she sits up and stops.

"I'll go?"

"Okay, Go ahead Kayla," the thin girl starts to speak about how at her home life is and that her parents are still fighting about treatment. After what seems like hours the girl finally breaks down crying and finally sits down. No one makes a sound, they all stand and go to huddle around the girl to comfort her. She stands in the middle to hugged by everyone. I stay in my chair and watch. I'm not going to be here long anyway so why get attached.

"I'm sorry Kayla, thank you for sharing. Would anyone else like to share?"

After two and half hours of other's self pity parties, my dad finally showed up.

"How was it?" he asks, I don't answer. I look out into the darken, raining sky...Why me? Out of the corner of my eye I can see him turn his head. He starts the car and drives away. He doesn't bother me about not answering, he just turns up the music, the song, "In my Blood" by Shawn Mendes comes on; it's not my favorite but I know it well enough to sing along. As I was lightly humming along really listening to it's words I realize something... I'm going to die and my dad won't have anyone...  he is really my only one and I can't do anything to change that...

The plan is set. Now all I need to do is pull the plug...