Warning!
This book may mention things like: depression, suicide attempts, and drug usage, however, it gets better so please trust the process!
However, if you get triggered by the things I listed above, I do not recommend!
If you need help with, please call a hotline, or talk to someone, if you wanna talk, my dm's are always open. You are wanted, and you are safe!
Let's get right into it!
Destination: Therapist office.
Time: 2pm
POV: Yours
I have been in and out of this office for about a year.
My parents got killed, so I felt into a deep hole, and I did not know where to go.
I still don't. Getting up is so hard, knowing I am alone, I got adopted by my rich aunt. She tries to show me she is there for me. But it does not matter, being here feels horrifying already.
"Hey Y/N, how are you?" my therapist asked.
"Fine." I replied.
I still process that I lost everything. I don't even want to.
"Hey, Y/N, when are you starting school?" she asked me.
"Wednesday, my aunt enrolled me to a private boarding school." I replied.
"That sounds great! So... why do you sound mad?" she asked.
"Because, I prefer staying in my old school, I have everyone I know there." I said as I laid on the couch.
Honestly, the school is the only thing I have from my old life. I don't even care if I had a couple of friends, I was happy, it kept the memory of my old life alive.
"Y/N, sometimes change is great." she said. My eyes stared at the wall silently, my look was dead, I looked hopeless and tired.
"I don't think it is." I said.
After the hour passed, I walked outside.
I saw my aunt waiting for me in her nice brand new black car.
I got in and stared at the window quietly.
She started driving, "How did it go?" she asked, "Fine." I replied.
The ride was quiet for about 15 minutes.
We stopped because of a stop light.
"Y/N, I want the best for you.. you know that.. right?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I never had a kid, but I have you now, I want what any parents want, to make their kids happy." she said and held my hand.
I felt a tear slip.
"Thank you." I said quietly.
I turned 16 next week.
My parents died on my 15th birthday, they were buying me a cake and a present.
But got shot on the way to their car.
I remember going to the crime scene and seeing blood splat on the car.
I fell on to my knees and started crying.
I do not want my life to continue.
But the pressure of my parents wanting me to continue is always on my back.
GUYS THIS STORY GET'S BETTER I PROMISE! IT IS NOT ALWAYS THIS SAD!
