The Fault in Ourselves

Chapter 2

Never have I ever wanted to not do something more in my life. This something was support group.My doctor says it's best for me.Yes I'll admit it. I do have symptoms of depression. I've thought about death,don't eat as frequent and I feel hopeless. I'm drowning in it.
"Dad"?
"Uh... I could tell my dad didn't want to talk, yes son?"
"Um..do you think we could consider homeschooling?" He looked disappointed as if I was throwing my life away.
"Well we can deffintly consider it".
I was shocked. He handeled this better than I thought he would. I mean he's never really cared but I would have never thought he would take the time to do that.
"Cool".
"Why some kids at school bugging u?"
"No! It's nothing."
Kids at school weren't bugging me. I could be popular if I wanted to.But
it's my leg that would hold
me back.Again.
"Ok well get in the car were going to that support group thing".
I groaned but dragged myself to the car.
"Do I have to do this, I questioned?"
He sighed heavily.
"Listen son if you didn't have to I wouldn't be making you,trust me this isn't fun for me either". My dad and I have an akward relationship. It wasn't like this before my mom died.
I pushed open the door of the car and walked..well if what I do counts as walking, to the door.I opened it and heard yelling behind me.
"Wait!"
I turned around to see the most beautiful drop dead gorgeous girl I had ever laid my eyes upon. It's kind of silly but I've always dreamed about finding a true love. Stupid right? I want to be able to tell a story. I want to smile when I tell people how we met. Stupid right?
"Wait," she said again.
I held the door open
"Thanks", she had the most beautiful smile.
Not knowing what to say I stammered "No problem!" "I'm Augustus"
"I'm... she was cut off by Patrick,our counseler. We all sat in a circle which Patrick likes to call the Heart of Jesus. How was this going to help I'll probably walk out even more depressed than hell after I'm done hearing about Patrick's story. He had cancer in his balls and he lived he says, oh look at me I survived it so can you. This made me more miserable. Because what Patrick calls living isn't actually living.
Now it's our turn. Name, age, diagnoses and how we're doing. The beautiful girl was first.
"I'm Hazel". Just like her eyes.
"I'm 16 and....."
I started to zone out. Call me selfish but can you blame me? I was distracted by her beauty. Oh no it was my turn...here we go.
"I'm Augustus and um I...."
I couldn't even finish.Why do I have to be so god damn weak?
Then began the actual support part.We talked about fears,and battling ,and winning.
I was relieved when support group was finished. I walked outside and waited for my dad to pick me up. Than I saw her. I don't know what my feet were doing but somehow they tricked me into walking up to her.
" We were never properly introduced".
"I'm Augustus".
"I'm Hazel".
I stuck out my hand to give her a welcoming shake.
I noticed her eyes were looking at Issac and his girlfriend.He was aggressively kissing her and grabbing her breasts murmuring always.

"Why are they saying always,she asked ?"
"I guess that's thier thing,I replied".
"That has got to be hurting her boob."
We burst out into laughter.
"I'll see you at around,I said".
She bit her lip smiled and walked away.