Stoned

Help

"So how does this work exactly?" Hunter asked as the lady handed him a clipboard full of papers.

"Fill these out while I make you an appointment, I'm even setting you up with one of our better doctors, you'll be in good hands," she smiled and she wheeled over to the other computer.

Hunter just nodded and and took a seat in the waiting room to fill out the papers. After a good ten minutes he was done. He brought the paperwork back up to the receptionist.

"Thank you, she will see you soon. Then when you're done come back out to me and I'll make you another appointment," she told Hunter, he looked hesitantly at her. "You'll be fine," she smiled going back to work.

Hunter went and sat back down as a younger girl came in with her mom. They signed in and the girl sat next to him. She had long hair that was all dyed a turquoise green. She wore a short plaid skirt with fishnet stockings. She also had on an old AC/DC shirt with a leather jacket over it.

She pulled her legs into her seat and leaned her weight towards Hunter. She looked him up and down.

"I've never seen you here before," she told him.

"First time," He said to the girl.

"Why?"

"Violet," her mom said. You're not really supposed to ask why people need help even though it's not a big deal, we all need a little fixing.

"I got a lot of problems kid," Hunter told her with a slight laugh.

"Me too, I'm just fucking depressed," she sighed.

"Language Violet," her mom spoke again.

"Hey, Violet. You remind me a lot of someone I know but she was to stubborn to get help, so was I, you're already working harder than most people. Sometimes I think if people had gotten help they might still be around, ya know." He said thinking of Aubrey. "So right now I'm just trying to save myself, just like you, we'll be alright."

"That's an optimistic way of looking at it. Personally I think we're just trying to hide from the inevitable by getting help. Because apparently the way we are isn't good enough and we're just trying to be good enough. We never will be enough," she said as she looked back into his eyes.

Hunter gave her a little smile. "You remind me of someone, trust me, you are enough. And you will be way to much at times, but there is going to be someone who cares more about you than the world," he said, saying things he wish ya had said to Aubrey.

"Optimistic, persistent mother fucker," she mumbled so her mom couldn't hear. "You don't seem like you need much help," she sighed a little.

"Trust me, I need help. I watched my girlfriend kill her self," he told the girl. She and her mom turned their heads up to him. He just let his head drop a little. "I thought I was literally with her last night, that's why I'm here."