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Therapy ✎

Poppy

"How's your sleeping been going, Poppy?" Dr Williams asked. He had his legs cross with my folder on his lap and a pen in hand. His glasses were sitting on the bridges of his nose and tucked behind his greasy ears and greasy hair. A huge zit was sitting on his face, like he needed to scrub it badly. 

I shrugged, "The same," I said simply, picking at my already chipped black nails. 

"How many hours a night?" He asked. 

"When I'm not partying?" i joked. He didn't find it funny. I sighed, "Maybe 3 or 4? Can't be sure. I usually lose track of time," I stated. He scribbled something down on the piece of paper, and I let out a frustrated sigh. I hated that. I hated how he took notes of me. All of my past, all of my problems were sitting in that one red folder. It makes it more real then I'd like it to be. 

"Do you use the internet often?" He asked. I shook my head. 

"I hate it," 

"Good," He nodded, "The reason I asked was because a lot of insomnia comes from staring at a screen too much," He explained. I didn't care, "And your eating?" He asked. That's the big question in the room wasn't it. Have I eaten? Have I not? How much? For how long? They're the questions that will come next. Suddenly the tension in the room got ten times more thick, and I could feel the pressure on my lungs as I tried to breathe. I hated this. 

"What about it?" I asked, "It's fine. I'm fine. I told you, I'm at the healthy weight," I argued. 

"Poppy I didn't mean to upset you," 

"Well you did," I muttered, repositioning myself on the plush black chairs, "I eat enough to get me through the day. I eat three reasonable meals with a glass of water every day, just like you suggested," 

"Do you snack?" He asked. 

I shrugged, "When I want,"

He nodded, "Good. Snacking is good when you're like this,"

I sighed, when you're like this "Is it time yet?"

He nodded, "Just about," He smiled. I stood up and pulled the door open. My mother stood up and began to pull me in for a hug but I dodged it and went straight for the stairs. She didn't follow straight away so I'm assuming she was thanking Dr Asshole. I sighed and leaned against the car once I was out of that horrid building. I hated coming here. I've been great for a whole year, eating properly and enjoying the way my body actually stomached food. I pulled out the box of mints I had in my bag, which was actually in the container that used to hold my meal replacements. I know it's stupid and can probably get me in a lot of trouble if anyone saw me taking a pill out of here, but when the real mint container broke, it was the first thing I could find and was too slack to change it over. 

I saw my mum waltz out of the building, a small smile on her face and I scowled. Her and my doctor were totally flirting. They both wanted roots but obviously, it's against the rules. Plus the fact that my mother is a married woman, to a man who is indeed very loving and caring -He just doesn't like to show it anymore. My parents love each other, they've just lost the spark and I can't blame them both for craving the love they want and think they deserve. 

I just wish it wasn't with my Therapist. 

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Calum

I was sitting in my sisters room. 

I wasn't sure why, it was kind of lame and sorta creepy. I was just sitting on her floor, clutching one of her more badass teddies and staring at the photos on her wall as some of her Vinyls played. Before she died, my sister was into all that. She was very Grunge if you like. The polaroid pictures were taped to her walls roughly, the Nirvana and Lana Del Ray albums plastered up on her roof, the record player sitting in the corner next to her double bed that was only black and white, and never any other colour. Her mirror was cracked and I remember the day it happened. The day she died. I closed my eyes and pretended the tears weren't forming. I should have listened. I heard the mirror smash and I heard her and Mum arguing, but instead of going in, and asking her if she was okay, I stayed in my room and pretended like nothing was happening. I was selfish.

My sister killed herself at the age of 16. I was thirteen, beginning highschool and going through my It's all about me stages. I picked up the hobby of playing guitar, got into the bad group at school and chose to be a complete ass to my entire family. This particular night, I was sitting in my room and I could hear my sister and mother screaming at each other -Much like her and I are now. 

"YOU DON'T CARE!" My sister screamed. 

"OF COURSE I CARE. IM JUST SICK OF YOUR BLOODY EXCUSES. YOUR MARKS ARE DOWN, YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING PROVOCATIVE, YOUR BEST FRIEND IS THE LEADER OF THE DEBATING CLUB AND YOU SLEEP ALL AFTERNOON. WHAT AM I MEANT TO THINK?"

"YOU'RE JUST MEANT TO BE THERE FOR ME," My sister replied before her door slammed shut, shaking the entire house almost. 

That was the last words I ever heard my sister say. It hurts, because for some reason I feel like she was talking to me, and I didn't listen nor did I care. About five minutes after that I heard a loud crack, and then soon after that my mum started screaming in terror. What I saw when I finally left my bedroom still haunts me to this day. 

I closed my eyes. My sister was dead, hanging in front of me like a corpse in a horror movie. Police say the reason for the crack in the mirror was from the chair she kicked under her feet. Mum refused to change anything about the bedroom. 

It was the worst day of my life.

 She was my sister, my best friend. Sure, we told each other we hated each other and we fought more than we should, but I loved her. I knew I loved her, and I thought she knew that as well. So why didn't she stay? If not for her, or for me, but for our Mum. Our parents. When she died, no one continued living their lives like she would have thought. Dad left, Mum disconnected, and me? 

I died inside. 

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okay so my friend was on here earlier reading the latest chapter and this is what she left me:

wHAT DID THE CANIBAL DO AFTER DUMPING HIS GIRLFRIEND?

HE WIPED HIS ASS

AAHHAHAHAA 

SARAH 

WHY DID THE BABY CROSS THE ROAD??

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- IT WAS STAPLED TO THE CHICKEN

Welcome to my life haha.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter it was short but I feel like I opened up both of their pasts a lot and this story is becoming really depressing but I swear all of this chapter was in their past lives so Poppy isn't gonna go stop eating I swear.