Undercover Therapy

Robbie

"Oh my god kill me now."

Hey, Hello there. The name's Robbie. Your average fourteen year old millennial kid. The type that people assume that we're edgy. You know, the 'rawr XD' kids. Here I am in a shitty red Honda car with my single, stereotypical white mother. Since you're probably wondering why I'm in a car wishing I was dead, my mom is taking me somewhere. Somewhere that is an hour, yes an hour, away from home. She's driving me to a therapy center where all the edgy kids meet up and talk about how much they want to die. It's pretty depressing. I guess that's why I want to kill myself right now.

I never wanted to go to therapy. Well, it's one of the main reasons why I tried to kill myself with a belt. Haha... It's pretty stupid though, I wanted to kill myself. Like, it was my choice. I locked my bedroom door, closed the blinds, turned off the lights, and wrapped my neck with a belt. I even said my prayers. "Oh lord, please let me reincarnate into a life where my mother doesn't send me to therapy." Just when I was about to kick my chair my damn mom unlocked my stupid door and saw me. It was the worst encounter I've ever had with my own family member. Well, there was that one time she caught me alone with lotion and a laptop in bed. Anyways,  we made eye contact for about thirty seconds. It was so weird. I remember telling her with a sheepish grin: "It's for a science project, nothing to worry about." 

Ever since that damn incident, she made me sleep with her.

Let me rephrase that. She made me sleep in her room, on the ground, the cold, hard, wooden floor. Well, it's because live in a small apartment. Just the two of us. Because her room is pretty small, she only has space to put a twin bed, enough to make her feel comfortable. But it would have been cool if she gave me a pillow or something. I didn't sleep with anything comfy when I was on the floor. That was like child cruelty.

Anyways, I don't really want to talk about my whole, stupid life. So here. Damn.

I kept staring out of the window, trying to avoid eye contact or social interaction with my mom. She was talking to me about some important crap about the center. But because I had my earphones connected to my iPhone, I didn't really listen to her.

We arrived at the therapy center where all the therapists and edge lords hang out. It was a gray and old one-story building. It looked like it was made out of concrete. There wasn't any paint, it just looked like a slab of concrete put in the middle of a parking lot. There were no trees or any nature. Just gray and concrete, making it look depressing. Ugh.

"Hey, I'm dropping you off."

"Uh. What?" I say in disbelief as I remove my earphones. It caught me off guard, I thought she would come with me. 

"I'm dropping you off," she repeated, "I have to find a parking spot and your therapy session is in a few minutes." Oh. I looked around the parking lot and there were just about twenty cars. There were a lot of available parking spots around. There was even one right in front of us. 

"Okay." I sighed and went out of the damn car. I have damn anxiety. I just worry a lot when I'm by myself in the open. What if someone thinks that I'm a freak? What if someone out there looks at me and think that I am weird because I'm alone. Stuff like that haunts me.

"I'll be back before you know it, sweetie! Love you!" My mom yelled out of the window as she drove away.

I waved off and went inside the damn building.

*YO! This is my first story, novel thing! This is exciting lol. I've always wanted to make a dang story that I'll actually finish. I'm gonna go create more chapters and finish this thing :D Also, If I use bad grammar or if there's any way I can improve in writing, please leave a comment. It's my first time writing on Wattled so please help lol.* *****NOTE: This book (I guess) has dark comedy! SO please. Don't take this seriously. And sorry if I offended anyone!***** DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A LIKE :D <3