Until I Met You (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 46

Lily's POV
Two Weeks Before Graduation

Every support group sessions all the volunteers had come. We talked about our likes, dislikes, our struggles, our conditions, how we are doing in life, and what our plans were back then compared to now.

During school no one seemed to talk during lunch anymore. It was a lot quieter since Alexis, Tiffany, and Katy were told to be part of support group. Everyone started to find out that I was in support group. I was guessing that's why everyone stopped the abuse. I highly doubt, but the whole school knew about some of the past graduates had been in support group.

We ended up taken it a serious thing when everyone found out that my mom went to stuff like support group as well. Everyone loved and knew my mom, so people took it a lot harder when it came to her having these personal issues. People made fun of me, but didn't know that I would go through these things as well. My dad had gone through OCD, personality disorders, bipolar, depression, and anxiety.

My parents knew it would've become a high chance that it would've happened. At least that's what it said in my mom's journal she had before I was born. She wrote everything she went through and how I should be staying positive and eat so I didn't go through all this shit.

When it came with out school, the past graduates were amazing students. Nothing wrong with them. That was thing. They were just worried up on all the grades. Our school is mainly known for the best grades for 30 years. Yet by around 10 years after those wonderful 30 years, just 10 years before now, the grades were slipping and the seniors back then tried to fix that. It became so hard that it damaged them. Grades were a very important thing. The bullying, and grades had become the worst thing to ever happen at our school. They all tried to do their best. And they did, but it just ruined them all. I know it seems like a stupid theory and story, but back when smoking and drinking was such a problem in our school, it was hard. I couldn't blame any of them for them trying to put everything back together.

You just cant fix things that easily. It's like the same thing with broken objects. You can't break something that's already broken...because it's already broken and breaking something that's broken will only leave smaller broken pieces. It's broken. Leave it broken. Especially if it's your fault.

Anyways, I was with Dylan talking about how colleges we applied to. Dylan wanted to go to either Julliards or New York Film Academy. I said those places too, but also New York University and the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in California.

The whole reason why I was with Dylan because we were walking to a support group session in school. One of the people in support group had been a cancer patient was had been relieved of cancer and was cancer free from a very terrible cancer of nearly 4 years. His name was Liam. He was 15 years old with somewhat light brown hair that he combs up into a quiff. He's a freshman in high school - our high school-and he plays lacrosse and cross country. He's a straight A student.

"I just wanna congratulate Liam for being cancer free!!" Dylan and I heard Scott exclaimed. We entered a classroom filled with former cancer patients, cancer patients, regular people with the same problems as each one another, etc.

Everyone gave Liam a group hug as he had tears streaming down his face. He had severe bipolar disorder along with a traumatic nightmares. Liam had been here since he was eleven. The day he gave up. The day he found out he had cancer.

His boyfriend, yes he is gay, Walter was right beside him. Tears forming in his eyes. Walter was so relieved. He had OCD, anorexia, anxiety, and depression. His parents were abusive and fought a lot. He wasn't a cancer patient, but he had diabetes.

"See everything in life have good things in them!" Scott cheered. For someone who lost his girlfriend, a high school sweetheart, of 10 years had died in a car crash on the highway; (That was only 5 years ago) Scott was a cancer patient; brain cancer specifically; a dad that was abusive; a mom that didn't care much for him; that was bullied for most of his life; and had anxiety, depression, personality disorders, low-self esteem, and traumatic nightmares, he was such a positive person now.