9. Thursday Meeting: I'm Sorry, Wrong Place (Levi)

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Hey you guys! Again, I am soooo sorry for not updating lately, but here is an update and expect one on Friday and/or Saterday! I hope the writing is alright in this chapter, I kept rewriting it....not sure its the best, especially since it is a major scene.

Well, nonetheless:

Levi

Thursday-7:35 p.m


I could not believe I actually parked the car. In fact, I couldn't believe I had the courage to turn the car back around into town. Despite my sports-created instincts, I stood without a linebacker protecting me.

I felt naked and utterly alone standing in front of the room, as judgy teens studied me with disappointment.

I looked around slightly but tried to focus on the single dangling Fourth of July ribbon, not the crude judgemental looks.

The unease in the room escalated, as I became more exposed. The air was tense with vulnerability, except I knew it was probably just me.

"Hello," a young man's voice cut through the air loudly. "Welcome to the group."

Trembling slightly, I dazed at the young man.

He looked nice and inviting, his eyes twinkling with patience.

I chewed on my lip, trying to figure the best excuse to get out of here.

I didn't want to open up or be part of this community.

I didn't belong here.

"I'm sorry. Wrong place," I stuttered, my cheeks flushing red as embarrassment and terror seized my body.

I began to turn around, but my body was putting up a fight. My legs moved like molasses as if my subconscious knew these teens were going to be able to help me.

And then I heard my name.

"Levi." the voice was both curious and excited.

I instantly recognized his voice, and much to my relief, it wasn't anyone from school.

His name was Cooper, a friend I met during my stay at the hospital.

The hospital...

The bad memories of that time began to sneak back into my mind.

I shuddered as I rotated.

Something about Cooper looked different-he still had the long brunette hair and colorful button-down shirt....but he looked different.

Better.

He looked better. His eyes were no longer rounded with dark circles and his skin was more vibrant.

He instantly scanned me, a befuddled look.

I did not look better. I knew what he must see--a tired boy always smiling. I still have the vacant look I wore all too well in the hospital.

Yet, no one really noticed.

But I could tell he did.

Cooper quickly corrected his facial expression and grinned: "Wow, Levi, it's great to see you! I haven't seen you since...!"

"No." I found my voice extraordinary harsh, intimidating even. My heart skipped a beat as he almost said my truth.

It's odd how casually he could mention it. As if the hospital wasn't the greatest shame for his life. Like it was mine.

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