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H:Chapter 6; Happy New Year

Three... Two... One.

Another year. I choked out a sob as the new year was rung on with my family downstairs while I sat upstairs on my terrace.

Last year was hell for me, and I wasn't looking forward to the new one at all.

I thought about how great that year would be for Luke. How big his band had gotten, and how they were going on tour with One Direction for the first time.

I was so happy for him.

But not with myself.

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I close the notebook with a shaky sigh. I didn't realize how dangerous these memories were going to be, or that I would get the horrible ones, too.

This disease is killing me.

The memories and nightmares I get wake me and some of the other patients up, and then I feel guilty about waking them.

Some memories scare me and feel realistic, it makes me think it's happening again and that I'll have to go through hell and back like the first time.

A knock at the door brings me out of my trance, and I glance over to see Adam. "Happy New Year." He smiles at me.

I nod. "You too."

"2015, crazy, huh?"

You can say that...

"Yeah." I laugh,and he joins me.

"Wanna race?" He suggests.

"Prepare for defeat." I say fiercely.

We line up at my door, and on my count to three we push off and race down the hall.

I quickly gain enough speed for the lead, but Adam catches up and beats me in a matter of seconds.

"How?" I pant.

"I'm stuck in here, better get fast." He shrugs.

I shake my head incredulously. "Why are you in it, again?"

"Not important why, but how." Adam replies.

"So, how?" I ask.

"I'm an amputee." He nods. I can see the hurt in his eyes, and I want to hug him.

"I'm so sorry." I breathe out.

"Why?" Adam asks bitterly. "you did nothing."

"Yeah, but still, that's horrible." I answer.

He lets out a bitter laugh. "I'm the one dealing with It, not you."

"I'm-" I start, but he's already gone.

"Sorry." I whisper.

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"Bee?" Luke asks. I snap my head up and nod.

"Yeah?" I ask, but my voice is scratchy.

Luke hands me a bottle of water, which I chug down.

Nurse Ree walks in, clicking her tongue at me. "Shouldn't've done that, it's time for your meds."

I groan, and she places the four pills into my hand.

One is an antidepressant.

And the other three are my Venlafaxine.

I gulp them down in one chug of water, and gag at the taste.

"Remember, therapy tomorrow." She reminds me, walking out.

I groan again.

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A/N

Hi...

Sorry for the late update, been busy.

Comment on how you think therapy will go tomorrow.

Have you noticed anything strange?

Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays!

Even though they're gone.

I'm gonna go now.

M