~ Highschool Sweethearts ~ (An Errorink Fanfic ) {✔️}

Chapter 13:Therapist Searching Part 1

Ink's P.O.V

*After school*

             I feel like the school year has been great so far, well except for lying to my mother about me being gay and about Error's voices that he has, speaking of Error I have a feeling like something is going on with Error at home. He comes to school with bruises and scratches on him and I'm starting to worry every night I can't even sleep properly without having nightmares that make me burst right out of my own sleep, which is usually pretty frightening. Mom and I drive home from school and all I have on my mind is going online to help find Error a good therapist. I wonder what Error thinks about him getting a therapist?... Maybe I'll ask him tommo-Wait!, tomorrow is Saturday, damn it, well guess I'll ask him on text. When we get home I walk inside the house and dash straight to my room, even though that's not even close to what I am, Get it?...( Comment and tell me what you think the joke means). 

         Minus my terrible joke, I open up my laptop and sit in my very comfortable office chair my Mom had got me. I search on my computer ' good therapists for teenagers'. As soon as I put that in a bunch of websites pop-up almost instantly, I saw a lot of them helped teens in the past, but I needed to find one that could help Error without making him feel uncomfortable talking to them about his problems or anything else he might want to talk to his therapist about. Maybe, I should talk to a therapist that has things like him?, so he could pretty much tell the therapist all of his problems if he even has that many problems, which I don't think he does...Maybe he does and he just doesn't feel like telling me, I'll wait until he's more comfortable with telling me because what kind of boyfriend would I be if I just kept on forcing and forcing him to tell me things he might wanna wait to tell me. I don't wanna do anything to hurt Error because I love him too much to even do such harm to such an amazing being who's going through some pretty awful issues right now. 

          I feel like I'm on the verge of tears. How come I never noticed this sooner, if he had it in elementary I could have helped him back then, but in elementary we weren't ever  in the same classes so I never saw him as much and also we weren't that much of friends more like the ' say-hi-in-the-hallway-just-to-be-nice' or the 'acquaintance-ish' type. The good thing I guess is that I'm helping him out now and not just leaving him t suffer alone. Wait, why doesn't his own mother call a therapist? yet again, she might not know about his voices, but shouldn't she know about these kinds of things?, I mean he is her own son. This situation sounds so familiar to me because of what happened in fourth grade.

* Flashback to Fourth Grade. . . Grab your tissues, it's pretty sad, in my opinion,*

Ink's P.O.V.

" Hey, Ink," says a girl in my class, her name was Blake. Blake was basically my first ever friend I had at elementary school. She was very kind to me on my first day and we instantly became friends. She seemed like every other human in this human and skeleton elementary school, she was kind, confident and many other good traits. Although as the year progressed she became more excluded from me and her other friends, though she didn't have that many friends besides me, Talia, Natasha, and Charlotte and that's pretty much it, I don't know why though she seemed like the person that everyone wanted to be friends with, it still confuses me why. 

           One day, when Charlotte, Talia, Natasha, and I were hanging out at recess we couldn't seem to find Blake anywhere.

         " Where do you think Blake is?" asked Natasha as we all sat at the table they had just recently put outside. Charlotte than lifts her finger into the air stating she has an idea, she always does that when she has an idea

         " Maybe she is finishing up that essay that Mrs. Daisy assigned us that's due on Tuesday?" Talia thinks aloud as the rest of us still ponder where she could be. We then see someone walking over to the table and we all recognized as Blake, looking really optimistic, the most optimistic she has ever looked in a long time. We all get out of the table and the group hugs Blake. She seems taken aback by our actions. She eventually hugs all of us back and then we release from the group hug.

         " Dude, Where were you? We were thinking something terrible happened to you or something?" When Natasha said that Blake's face went pale and her eyes widened. We all knew something was up with Blake, but she would never tell us what that was. We tried to make her tell us and that we won't tell a single soul about it, but all the pleading would never work. I don't know what it will take to make Blake tell us, but we will find out and hopefully soon.

AUTHORS NOTE:

YES FINALLY A CHAPTER  HAS BEEN PUBLISHED AFTER  SO LONG, AGAIN, I STRONGLY APOLOGIZE FOR NOT  UPDATING THE WATTPAD AS OFTEN AS I USED TO. AND THANK YOU ALL SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH FOR THE 350 READS, I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT FROM ONLY THIS WATTPAD BEING OUT FOR ONLY A MONTH IT'S REACHED THIS MUCH POPULARITY. I'M SUPER SHOCKED AT THE STORY RANKS AS WELL...

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 (Sorry that this one is really short, compared to my other chapters, don't worry I'm pretty sure that part 2 of this chapter will be extra long)

SEE YA IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, RADICAL HOME-SICLES ( • ̀ω•́ )

~ FROM YOUR OVER-OBSESSED ERRORINK SHIPPER~

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