The day began with the usual trip to the guidance counselors office. Where I had a "therapy session" and was forced to talk about my feelings, but to be honest, I really didn't mind. The guidance counselor, Mrs. Biersack was pretty cool. She looked like she stepped out of the 90's rock scene, her nose pierced, and her outfit always including tights or a old flannel.
I walked into her office, taking a seat on the couch across from her desk, tossing my backpack beside me. Mrs. Biersack walked in a minute later, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.
"Well you're early this morning," she grinned, placing her coffee on her desk. I shrugged, rubbing my eyes, "Yeah, I know it's not normal for me"
She laughed, taking a sip of her coffee. "How's Andy doing?" I asked, playing with my phone in my hands.
"He's good, he left this morning for Europe with the rest of the guys"
I nodded, and she picked at her nail polish before turning back to me to break the silence. "Let's not talk about me, let's talk about you. How are you doing?"
I leaned against the couch, tucking my legs underneath me, "I've been better," Mrs. Biersack interjected, "But?" I sighed, "But, I started getting Anxiety again, I had a panic attack yesterday, and everyone is saying that I'm suidical."
Playing with the hem on my jacket, I looked back up at Mrs. Biersack, "You don't have to be that person that they're claiming you to be," she paused trying to find the right words, "It's human nature to think you're what other people say, "suicidal" or "depressed". You are only what you think you are, if you think you are that then your subconscious begins to believe it."
I nodded, Her words beginning to take affect. "Thanks Mrs. Biersack, can I go to class now?" She nodded.
"Just drop in whenever you want, you know I'm always here." She said, giving me a small smile.
Picking my bag off of the couch, and grabbing a tardy pass, I headed out the door and to music.
I walked into class, handing Mr. Carter my pass, and walking to the back guitar rack, picking up my black Gibson and heading to my seat in the back.
"Ah, Mr. Jones, so glad you could join us."
I looked up from tuning my guitar and shifted my gaze to Mr. Carter, "Mr. Jones, take the seat next to Brynne," Mr. Carter looked at me, "Can you catch him up on what we are working on?" I nodded
He made his way to me, "Hi," I gave him a slight smile, which he returned. His brown hair was tucked into his beanie, little strands only to be seen.
I pulled my eyes from him and cleared my throat, "So- um we're working on our favorite song. Our job is to learn it, and preform it infront of the class at the end of this week." He nodded.
"Any song?" He asked, I nodded. He extended his hand towards me, " I never introduced myself, I'm Hayden." I smiled and shook his hand, "Brynne"
"Brynne, Hayden! Get to work!" Mr. Carter yelled from behind his stack of papers.
"Yes sir," Hayden said with a sarcastic laugh, and fake salute as he made his way to the guitar rack.
I laughed and looked away, plugging my headphones into the body of the guitar, beginning to practice my song.
Plucking at the strings, I closed my eyes.
"Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins"
I played the rest of the song and looked up from my guitar, resting my arm along the body.
The classroom was empty and Hayden sat in front of me, "You kinda zoned out," he chuckled.
I reached out and put my guitar on the rack, standing up to grab my bag, "How long were you standing there?"
"A few minutes, I'm pretty sure we'll both be late, so I propose we skip."
I scoffed, "I have a test, so no"
"Goody two shoes" He said as he rolled his eyes, walking out the door.
