Lost After Midnight

•Therapy Session•

{•Edited•}
                         ~Amor's POV~

      "How are you feeling today, Amor?" Dr.Luz asks me, setting his notepad to the side. I shrug, wrapping my arms around myself as I look around the bright room. For the past three years I've come in this room twice a week, sometimes three times if my dad is too concerned, to talk to my therapist. It doesn't help me at all, if anything makes me worse knowing that I even have to do this.
    Talking to a stranger doesn't help me anymore than the medication has. I've been taking antidepressants for six months in hopes they'll help with my anxiety and depression. Everything I've tried just leads me to be more disappointed.
     The worst part about it all is I don't know why I'm depressed or anxious all the time. My life is great. I get good grades without having to try too hard, I'm healthy, my home life is great, my parents have a great relationship with each other, my best friend is kind of related to me in a nonbiological way, and I'm super close with my younger brother despite our age gap. But those things don't stop me from crying myself to sleep and staying up until five in the morning from panic attacks.
     "Shrugging isn't an answer. You have to communicate with me," he says. I sigh, looking across at him. "How are you feeling?"
     "Annoyed," I snap.
    "Why do you feel annoyed?"
    "Because I'm here talking to you." He nods, not having any problem with the way I spoke to him. Hardly ever do I snap. I'm usually very shy and talk as little as possible. "I'm sorry."
   "It's okay, at least you're speaking," he says. "You've been coming here for three years and I think that's the most open with me you've ever been."
    "This isn't helping, neither is the medication or the group meetings," I tell him. "I think it's better if I take care of this on my own. No one really understands what I'm feeling. Have you ever had depression?"
    "No."
    "You've only studied it, that's not enough to really get it," I tell him. He looks down, sitting up in the chair straighter.
    "But what is your version of taking care of it? That doesn't sit well with me," he says. I look away, not knowing what I meant either. "The reason you started coming here was because you tried hurting yourself. No one wants that to happen again. When you say that you'll take care of it yourself, what do you mean? And be honest, I'm not going to tell anyone."
     "I don't know," I tell him. "And that's the honest truth. I have suicidal thoughts, but I would never bring myself to go through with them because of my family." He grabs the notepad and writes something.
    "Are you letting your family know that you're still struggling?" I shake my head. "But they can tell, correct?"
    "I don't know; maybe. I can't read their minds." His timer goes off and I immediately get up from the comfortable chair.
    "Amorita."
    "Yes?"
    "On Friday please be as communicative as you were today. That's the only way I can try to help."
     ••••••••

         "How was it?" My dad asks, coming back in from the backyard. I set my backpack down next to the table, leaning against the counter. Everyone is in here backyard talking, sitting down in the lounge chairs.
     "Good, Dr.Luz said I was the best I've ever been," I say, forcing a smile. It's better to play the act of being happy than to show that I'm not; especially to him. If he knew half of the things I think, he would blame himself for the way I feel when he's done nothing but try to help me.
"That's great," he says. "Can you run next door to get Don and Zurine? The chicken is almost done." I nod and turn to walk out. "You're fine though, right?" I'm happy he doesn't use any other adjective.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I open the door and job across the lawn, not knocking before going inside the house. Nina and Marcus shoot up from the couch, pulling far away from each other. "It's just be. Calm down."
     "Sorry, I didn't know for you were your dad," she says. "My parents are upstairs, probably still going at it like rabbits."
     "Ew, why would you say that?" Marcus asks.
     "We can all hear it." We all leave the house and go back to mine, them holding hands. Santi pops out from behind the door, scaring me. I grab him and push him playfully towards the couches.
     "Did you do your homework?" I ask him. He nods, running back outside to help dad. He's a trouble maker, trying to be exactly like him.
     "Why are we barbecuing again?" She asks.
    "Your brother in laws birthday."
    "It's Zurine's birthday already?" She asks. "He needs to start looking his age." Marcus takes his phone out for his pockets once it starts ringing loudly.
     "We kind of invited someone," Nina says. Mentally I'm slamming my head against the wall. Her and I very opposite, not alike at all. She's very out going and does anything if she gets the chance. Her friend group is larger than I think I could ever handle. I'm surprised we get along as well as we do. "Do you know Adriel?" I shake my head. It's honestly a stupid question; I don't know anyone. "This should be interesting then."

AN: Ahhh!! Welcome to the Common Criminal Spin-off, Lost After Midnight! Get ready for heart ache, laughter, family problems, and tons of cliche romance. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this because I had such a strict image of YOUNG Amor, but her being older came surprisingly easy to me. I really think you guys are going to like this story is you liked CC, because there is some similarities.
Question: What do you think Adriel is like? Why do you think Nina said it would be interesting for them to meet?
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