Grey

19.

Greyson's POV

Daniel left my house yesterday still slightly upset at me and my bad choices but also not as angry as he was when he threw the water bottle at my head. Yesterday was definitely a wake up call. I was really fucking up. Daniel was losing faith in me and I had to admit that I was losing faith in myself. I needed to find a way to fix this. I had to stop my mother from destroying Daniel's life.

I was sitting outside of my psychiatrists office again waiting for another mandatory session to keep me out of the psych ward. My leg was bouncing up and down from all of the anxiety. If Dr. Rowling even suspected that I was drinking again he would throw me back into the psychiatric hospital for another year.

I was pretty sober today. After the talk with Daniel I had emptied out all of the alcohol in the house. I had to prove to him that I was reliable. I had to build his trust in me or else I would lose him for good. He was the only thing that kept me sane, the only thing that made me want to wake up and take a breath every morning.

Just then, Dr. Rowling exited his office with a small teenage gothic looking girl dressed in all black with bright red slashes up and down her pale white arms. I stared at the cuts on her arms, she didn't miss any skin. The sight made my stomach turn. She glared at me clearly noticing my staring.

Dr. Rowling cleared his throat interrupting my rude act.

"Greyson, come in." He said holding the door open for me.

I walked into the his office that I had grown to hate over the years and sat in the same ugly puke green chair.

Dr. Rowling made himself comfortable at the usual place beside his desk.

"How have you been since our last session?" Dr. Rowling asked.

If I told him the true answer to that question I would be saying goodbye to Daniel for a year.

"I've been fine." I said giving him a generic answer.

"Fine? Your mother informed me that you destroyed her office. That doesn't sound like fine behavior. Do you care to elaborate on what caused the incident?"

It was clear that Dr. Rowling wasn't wasting any time. That meant that I would have to be able to think quickly.

"Yes, my mother made some decisions that I did not agree with and I got a little upset."

"A little? You shattered a picture frame by throwing it against a wall. Do you have anything to say about that?"

"I can admit that my emotional response was extreme, but I felt like I wasn't being listened to." I said playing along with his game. I had to prove to him that I could think rationally, that I wasn't letting my emotions cloud my judgement. That I wasn't at risk of hurting myself.

"How does it make you feel when you aren't being listened to?"

I feel angry and frustrated. Like I'm in a crowded room at a party with a knife in my chest and everyone is too busy talking to realize that I'm dying."

"I see." Dr. Rowling said furrowing his eyebrows and writing something down on his notepad. "You are being surprisingly cooperative today."

"I can be cooperative." I say placing a hand against my chest and acting mock offended.

"Well, next time you feel angry you need to use your coping skills instead of throwing picture frames or else I will have to make a recommendation for the psych ward. Understand?

I nod and looked at the time. There were only 10 minutes left in the session.

"So, how have you and Daniel been? Last time I checked in with you, you were telling me how you finally thought you'd found a reason to live."

"I took your advice doctor and I told Daniel about my past. He was surprisingly supportive. So yes, he is still my reason to live. But I also finally understand what you mean about being my own reason to live."

"What do you mean?"

"If I want to be someone that is useful and worthy of Daniel then I have to want to live for myself. If I'm unstable then I will never become stable enough to be clear headed or make smart decisions. I'll keep fucking up."

"That's correct, disregarding the profanity at the end. I'm glad that you learned something from this last session. It may come as a shock to you, but your mother really does love you Greyson."

My mother and the world love should never be used in the same sentence together. Bullshit.

Well it seems like you're doing well and learning from your mistakes. I'm going to recommend that we have another session just to ensure that you are still on a straight path." Dr. Rowling continued.

"Thank you Dr. Rowling." I said giving him a fake grin. I was completely bullshitting this entire session. Dr. Rowling didn't know it but he had given me an idea that would help Daniel.

"No need to thank me, just glad to see that you're doing well finally."

If only he knew. I thought to myself. But I did need to thank him; Dr. Rowling didn't know it but he had given me an idea that would help Daniel.

Immediately after I wrapped up the session with Dr. Rowling, I headed home. I pulled into my driveway and didn't even bother taking off my jacket or shoes. I went straight into my father's old study. The study that he used to occupy before he ran off and left me with my mom. The room was dusty, which meant that my butler hadn't been doing a very good job of cleaning lately. My mother would blow a blood vessel if she ever even came in here. But personally I didn't give a shit if the butler burned the entire house to the ground. I had come in here for one reason and one reason only.

I headed to the safe hidden in the corner of the room and unlocked it with the code; my birthday. Turns out my father was actually sentimental and had used my birthday as the code to his gun safe. How sweet.

I opened the safe and pulled out the black stainless steel pistol. If I was going to help Daniel and his family survive my mother's wrath I knew exactly what I would have to do.

SORRY TO LEAVE YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER!! THOUSANDS OF APOLOGIES FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER. OH WELLS. YA'LL KNOW I SUCK AT UPDATING. LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH ANYWAY FOR ALL OF THE SUPPORT YOU'RE GIVING THIS STORY.

STAY TUNED THOUGH YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THE ENDING!! (*evil laugh*)