Your parents have recently died and you're traumatised. You're 16 and you live by yourself in the house your parents owned. You live alone. But what happens when a certain boy moves in next door?
Started: 14/06/2020
Finished: 28/07/2020
She's been gone a whole month. I stay at her house every night, Mum understands. I just sleep there hoping she'd be there when I wake up. I still go to school, I make sure to collect her work since she's in all my classes. I've put it all in a box beside her desk so that it's all together and she can do it when she gets back and I can help her. Man I miss her so much. I can't think straight knowing she's out there alone. Who knows where? I told to Mattia about her everyday, I kind of drifted from the other boys. I don't think they quite understand my pain. But imagine another girl kissing you and your love of your life leaving without a goodbye. A whole month without her. I just want her in my arms.
End of pov. Y/n Pov:
I arrived at Thasos this morning. It's beautiful. I found a hotel and booked a room for a month. I unpacked my clothes and showered and changed into a nice outfit.
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I walk out of the hotel and try to find a Councillor and book myself another month of therapy. I think this will be my last month I will need. It really helps me. They give me advice on what to do in every situation and talk to me about my worries. I don't find one after 30 minutes of walking around so I google maps one. There's one 20 minutes away so I begin walking.
I make my way into the welcoming house and ding the bell on the desk and sit on the waiting chairs. After 5 minutes a man walks in. I've never had a man. "Hello ma'am how many I help?" He asks politely. "Erm Hi, my names Y/n Hossler and I'd like to book myself in for a months worth of therapy if that's possible." I reply nicely. "Of course that's possible, any certain times or days? And how many times a week?" He asks politely again. "Any time will be fine. I'm on holiday here. Is twice a week okay?" I ask nicely. "Of course, I'll book you in on my best slots and print them off. I'll be right back. What did you say your name was?" He asks, in a more approachable tone. "Y/n Hossler," I reply, he widens his eyes, nods then walks off. After 10 minutes, he returns and hands me a paper. "If you don't mind me asking, do you know me? I saw your reaction when I told you my name," I ask curiously. "No, not you personally. I know your parents, Katrina and Stephan Hossler right?" He asks. "That was their names, yes," I answer. "Was? What happened to them?" He asks concerned as he sat beside me on the sofa. "They died in a plane crash about 6 months ago." I reply. "I'm sorry to here that. Is that why your here? The trauma?" He asks softly. "That and other things. My brother killed himself about 3 months after mum and dad died." I sigh. "Jaden was an amazing person. He aspired to be so many things. What happened?" He asked curiously. "He thought I died along with his parents so he didn't contact me for a whole 10 weeks or so. He rang me one night full of guilt and shame. He couldn't take it anymore. It's okay though, he's with mum and dad now," I smile at him. "You've had therapy before havent you?" He asks. "Yes but I recently relapsed. I got a month of counselling in spain through." I tell him. "Relapsed?" He questions. I nod and pull up my sleeve. He nodded as he saw the fresh scars on my skin. "I'll see you at our first appointment okay? Enjoy your holiday whilst you're here. The beaches are amazing," He says whilst standing up. "I will thank you," I say as I stand up and leave.
