Month ♕ c.h

♕ chapter one ♕

♕ abbey ♕

"Abbey, you need to go to therapy. You're sad, and it will help. I promise." My mother always does this. She tries to coax me to go to this stupid therapy and try and get 'better', but I don't want to get better. I feel like she only really cares about my feelings because it's affecting her image. I haven't been to school in god knows how long and I don't leave the house. People think I'm dead or dying apparently. Well, technically I am. I'm so close to death that I can smell it. It's so close that I'm embracing it. I've given myself a month. If everything is different in a month, then I'll still live, if it's not than I die. At the moment, I have nothing to live for.

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"Abbey, your mother has told me that you haven't left the house in almost two months. Why is that?" My therapist, Julie asked me. Her office was stupid; it's covered with butterflies and fairies. I'm almost 17, I don't need to be seeing a child's psychologist.

"Why do you think?" I spat at her. She was taken aback as I've never spoken to her like that before, I've never even spoken to her before. I just don't feel like that this is necessary; I'm fine, very sad, but fine.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and she smiles. I've decided that I'm going to answer at least one of her questions, she has the nice shortbread biscuits that I love. Maybe that's why I'm sad; I don't eat them enough. Ha.

"Abbey, I understand that you have had a bad experience, but not everyone is bad." She tells me, and I nod. I feel the tears begin to fall. I've never cried in front of anyone, let alone a stranger. I feel vulnerable and out of my comfort zone. I didn't like it; almost as much as I disliked it when she comforted me.

"Abbey, Abbey, we'll make you better. But you have to try."

A:N

So first chapter is up. What do you guys think of it? I don't know if I like it tbh. Cal will come into everything next chapter.

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