"Why don't we go around the room and talk about our feelings?" The lady said halfway through our therapy session. We were the in group therapy and had been for a while. Sadly, Michael wasn't in here. This was the Depression Group Therapy, Michael was in one that was at like 9 in the morning. The poor thing.
The room was dark, only being lit by a hanging lamp. The folding chairs had been assembled into a circle and the therapist was sat right across from me. For some reason, the doctors had decided that group sessions were much better for me and Marie(remember her?).
People of all kinds spoke about their feelings and one word pretty much summed it up. Sad. Well, what do you know.
You'd think that after being in this damn business for over fifty years, they'd know how to cure depression faster. Well, the fact was that I've known most of these people since I was fourteen. I was eighteen now.
Many people had gone and told their feelings, but not me. It wasn't my turn yet. However, someone, I don't know who, spoke about the fact that they felt as if they were getting better since she had found love. And that was when I started to think about Michael.
Michael would be leaving soon. In about three days to be exact and I frankly don't know how the hell I should feel about that. It's something like knowing what will happen before it does, and having to dread through the time.
Every second of every day I felt a hole growing inside if me. A sort of void that is inevitable to stop, a darkness crawling over me, a leak that began to spread. Call it whatever the hell you want, it's irrelevant. All I know is that Michael has to do with it.
"Annerose?" The lady asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn't even bother to stand up and just muttered.
"No further comment,"
And that's when I knew what was going to happen.
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Have you ever watched a movie and already know who the killer is just by seeing him from afar? Well, the second I met Michael, I knew I would die because of him. Because if the influence he had had in my life. Even back then, when we first kissed, I was heartbroken to see him with some other girl and I legitimately thought i would die and now, history is repeating itself. Just the girl in between us is called "addiction" and she's very powerful. Much more than me.
But not only is addiction stopping us. It is also his career. The same one he had to get back to. But I am not ver sure I want to let him go yet. Even though Michael makes me want to die (and that's saying something in my world), being with him is all I want because theres a surge of happiness that I had been searching to find.
The reason why I had already mapped out what was gonna happen is because I needed some reassurance. Every day of my life had been planned but with Michael, well, he screwed everything up. Every day with him was another day where the plans I had made have been thrown away.
But i liked that in a way. A way that I don't even understand quite just yet.
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HI
SORRY SORRY SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN IN SUCH A LONG TIME
with school an my parents basically having me on house arrest its been kinda hard
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BUT NOW IM HERE AND READY TO GO
THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS STORY IT MEANS A LOT TO ME
guess what
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just cause ive been away for such a long time, imma double update to day (yayyy)
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Punk Rock // m.clifford
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