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Michael

A.N. Okay this is where it really begins.

Michaels POV:

"Michael C'mon let's go." Today was the day I started the therapy group thing. Or whatever the fuck it was.

I wasn't that excited about going, I just wanted the stupid nightmares to stop.

"Coming!" I shouted back. I quickly threw on a blue-green colored flannel over my black t-shirt. Then started digging through the pile of clean clothes for a pair of black skinny jeans.

"We're going to be late!" My mom kept shouting at me.

I rushed down the stairs still trying to lace up my black boots.

Almost falling over.

Twice.

My mom stood at the end of the stairs, I followed her out the door. I climbed into the passenger seat of her black Audi R8.

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We showed up to a white building, it looked kind of old. It was different than what I expected.

"Do you want me to come in with you?"

"No mom."

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour."

I opened the door and walked up the steps into the building. I pushed open the door and went inside. There was chairs and blue beanbags in a square with some people sitting in them, some just sitting on the floor. And a purple rug in the middle.

I was praying that I wouldn't see anyone I knew here. Even though they might be embarrassing to them. To be honest the nightmares and stuff were actually really embarrassing for me.

I looked around the square, no I don't know him or him or her or him; wait didn't that girl sit behind me in biology in the 10th grade?

I remember her name was Allie. She had long, wavy blonde hair and green eyes.

She was really popular back then.

She had insomnia? Well I was just assuming, I'm not really sure what other sleeping disorders there is.

But she was perfect, how could she have a sleeping disorder. I kept looking for anyone else I knew, but she was the only one.