The Malik's

Chapter 3: Counseling and a new friend

Gabbie's P.O.V.

I had been released from the hopsital, but on one condition;  a support group for troubled teens. Troubled teens? Seriously? Why couldn't they just be blunt about it and call it the failers at suicide 'support' group. A group where no one really cares, they just have to be there. 

The first meeting was today. My idea of getting help is not going to a support group. I'm the least of anyone's worries. But I had to go.

Zayn was going to take me to the first meeting. It's a good thing that he wasn't going into the room where all of us were going to have our support group. Their are about 1 million things I don't want him to know about. He would legit kill me for all of the things I have done.

''Ready Gabs'' Zayn said as he was umbucking his seat belt to get out of the car.

''What? Oh yeah'' I said ''I'm ready''

''Okay then, let's go'' He said while getting out of the car.

We joined eachother on the sidewalk leading into the building where the support group was being held.

Zayn opened the door for me and we walked up to the receptionist. 

''Hello love, Gabbie Malik here for the support group'' He said while resting his hand on my shoulder.

''Why yes, right down that hallway, 2nd door on the left.'' She said with a smile.

''I'll be here at 2:00, Okay?'' Zayn said

''Yeah okay, bye'' I said and started to walk down the hallway.

In 30 seconds I will be accompanied by kids somewhat like me; depressed, suicidal, and just messed up. 

I opened the door and was greeted by a young man who looked not even 17 years old. He had brown hair and blue eyes and had a big smile on his face.

''Hello, what's your name?'' He asked 

''Uhm, Gabbie Malik'' I replied

He wrote down my name on his clipboard. ''Why don't you take a sit next to Beth'' He said ''Beth raise your hand''

Beth was a girl about my age, she had long bleach blonde hair and she was very skinny, but also ery beautiful.

''Hi, I'm Gabbie'' I said

''Well you already know my name, so what are you hear for?'' She asked

''Attempted suicide, how about you?'' I asked hastily.

''Same. So how old do think this teacher is?'' She asked

''I have no idea'' I replied

I looked around at all the other kids they all were somewhat quiet. They seemed like nice people. Some were I guess what you would call emo, but some were just regular people.I guess everyone has problems.

A guy about 14 years old walked through the door. He was kinda cute, he had a black polo on and some khakis on, along with some Vans.

''Sorry I'm a little late'' He said and then sat down across from me.

He looked straight at me for about 20 seconds and then looked away when the teacher started talking.

''Hello, I am Mr. Efam. I will be your counselor for the next 6 weeks'' Mr. Efam said

'Hello' we all said in unison.

''Alright how about we go around the room and tell a little about ourselves.'' He said ''I'll go first''