Emotions?

Chapter 3

Group therapy was a drag and I honestly didn't care about other peoples problems,it's their problem for a reason. I already know i'm a horrible person and admitting that definitely defines that that is the truth. Group therapy was over and I walk out the door and notice the assistant nurse was there. He had his back against the wall and one foot propped up on the wall.

I never got his name either. He slowly walks toward me.

"You know I never got your name." I tell him.

"Because I didn't give it to you." he says with a grin raising one of his eye brows.

"Fine i'll call you nurse nancy then."

"Ew, what no, well... I actually kinda like that." he laughs

"Can we head back or no?" i ask

"Who said I wanted to go with you."he said in a snotty tone

"Fine i'll leave without you." sticking my tounge out.

"Just kidding." he winked

We walk back to my room and I open the door and he follows behind. I look at my schedule and lunch is in an hour and a half and private therapy is directly after that. I feel just empty like everything is so point less. I sit on my bed with Nurse Nancy staring at me.

"Take a picture it'll last longer." I said trying my best to be playful.

He sits down next to me.

"Riley, What's wrong?" he says sincerely

"To answer that i'd have to know." I answered in complete honesty.

"You know I don't know your story."

He looks at me with his brown eyes that remind me of a doe.

"No one does because it's short,simple,depressing...should I keep going."

He looks at me as if he'd just watched titanic his eyes were all thoughtful and glossy.

"Listen," my voice begins to get shaky "To me it's pretty obvious why i'm here and it's fucked up,yeah yeah, but it's simple i'm unwanted and unloved and I take it out on my self but it's not like i'm the only one just look around. I'm simply the black jelly bean in the bag, but that's how god intended it. Right?" by the time I finish it i can feel a tear run down the side of my cheek and quickly wipe it away. I hadn't looked at him once but I could feel his eyes piercing at me. I look over and see that his eyes were puffy and red.

"Dude it's cool." I try to say comforting but i'm not that type of person I guess.

"Dude, No it's not." We just sat there in silence with my head on his shoulder.