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"So did you meet any new people, at your new school?"
"Yea I did"
"What we're there, names, and do you think you'll continue to hang out with them?"
"Yes...I'm sorry, but what does this have to do with anything?"
"Well zachary-"
"Zach."
"Well zach...in my folder here is everything that your mom had told me about you."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, she told me that when your father and sister died, you became, cold and silent. So I want you to meet people, talk to them."
"Fine."
"Our session is over you may leave."

Zach gets up off the couch he was lying on, and goes out to the parking lot. As he gets home he parks his motercycle, and walks in the door.

"Stupid therapist that I don't need, stupid life that isn't fair, stupid police giving up on the case, stupid world, stupid fucking-"

"Hey honey."
"Huh, oh hey mom. Is dinner ready already?"
"Yes it is, and we're having your favorite... medium rare steak with corn, and ceaser salad!" She says as she claps excitedly.
"R-really!?, what the occasion?"
"Well it's your first day in a new school, let alone a new contry."
"Wow mom, thanks." I said with a big smile.
As I make my plate, I grab my glass of water, and behind it is a little orange bottle full of pills. I pick it up and read the front. It read..

Harris, Zachary
2 every night
Anti-depressants

"What...is...this?" I said through my teeth, mad.
"Well it's a prescription..that your therapist told me to give you, it supposed to help, you..."
"This won't help me at all because I'm not depressed! I lost my dad and sister!"
"But what about your nightmares..."
"These won't help that! I need time okay! God I can't belive you!" I said as I stormed off to my room.

"Baby wait plea-" She was cut off as the door, slammed shut.

I turned up my radio In my room, and rocked out for half an hour, trying to calm down. As I get tired I fall on my bed and catch my breath, I roll over to grab the box under my bed. I pull out some rolling paper, and a clump of weed. I take my lighter and start to "medicate"...
I know it's not good, but it works. I fall a sleep thinking, that maybe tomorrow will be better...

Sorry for not posting school started a while ago and I've been busy, anyway, here you go!

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 10, 2017 ⏰

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