The jock and the emo are what!? [UNDER EDITING]

Don't wake me up, My thrill is gone

*Sky's POV*

Once when I was ten, I had been stupid enough to go and ride my bike outside after it rained. The result was me flipping over the handlebars and using my left arm to try and stop my fall, causing my wrist to snap. When I was at the hospital, my mom told me 'Always tell someone about the pain, and what's wrong so they can try and make it better.' But needless to say, she was wrong.

Telling the doctors and nurses working at the Fairview facility that I felt these weird emotional pains that became physical if I thought about them long enough, only caused them all to conclude that my prescribed dose of medication needed to be enhanced so I keep a stable state of mind.

This means, I act just like some of the crazy people off of the AHS Asylum season. In all honesty though, I kind of don't mind. It's not like they're forcing them down my throat, I take them from them and take them when I'm ready. I'm usually always ready. I sound like a druggie, but maybe I am. I've been Self-Harm free for over a month, and I'm proud, but maybe I've just went from that to having a need to keep taking the pills. It's kind of nice, not being able to feel anything, they also help me sleep.

Recently, I've learned that someone has tried to visit me here everyday, but the doctor in charge of me always sends them home because he says I'm not ready for visitors after the experience I had about two weeks ago when I made my way back to the facility in the freezing cold by myself. Of course he isn't telling them about my 'traumatic experience' but he says something about my health.

Today was the day, and no, not the day I would go home, but the day I have my very first therapy session. Fun, fun, oh so fun!! -.-

Sitting outside in the waiting room, I look down and trace patterns on my skinny jeans and let my feet swing back and forth, causing my converse to scrape the floor and make the occasional squeak.

Every time my shoe makes contact with the linoleum floor and squeaks, the receptionist ticks a little bit. I smile down at my feet as it makes the sound once again and see the receptionist snap her head up out the the corner of my eye. "Are you even capable of sitting still?"

"No ma'am," I say sweetly shaking my head, "The medication they give me makes it hard for me not to move around."

I guess she doesn't pick up on my lie since she gives a small nod and removes herself from behind the reception desk muttering about some coffee and a snack. Just as I'm getting up to walk over and grab a magazine to pass the time, the door to the therapist office swings open hitting the wall making a loud crashing noise, causing me to jump.

My eyes widen as my therapist just ending appointment walks out, he's fucking gorgeous! Looking at him, I feel my cheeks flame up. Just as I'm about to start checking him out, his eyes snap up and meet mine. Breathtaking green eyes. My own wonderfully dull green eyes are met with breathtaking green eyes that are partially covered by fringe that's as black as the night sky.

He smiles shyly at me and moves to take a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting area.

"Okay Tanner," a woman says walking out of the office, "You're going to have to stay here till I'm able to drop you off after work. I'll also have to you drop off Sky, so when we finish you guys are going to have to hang out here together for a while."

Tanner nods and I just stand there, still dumbfound and lost in a world all my own.

"Sky, sweetie?"

My eyes snap up from looking at the ground to see the woman looking at me. I lean my head to the side slightly as of to ask, and she just waves me forward into her office. A small sigh escapes my lips as I pass Tanner and head into her office.