Kyle POV
"Come on please Don't make me mom" I begged my mom not to make me go to therapy it doesn't help
"Kyle your making a big deal out of nothing, this can help you make friend"
"Ha I don't think people really like me"
"Yes they do your just shy"
"No I'm a anti social"
"Bull shit, Kyle all you do is talk"
"Pfft"
"Pfft" my mom says mocking me. I decided I didn't have a choice and went to therapy or "support group " as my mom calls it. when we pulled up there were kids walking in they looked about 15 and 16 most girls a few boys. I sighed knowing I would probably screw something up here to like I do everywhere else.
"Have fun honey." my mom says trying to be supportive.
"Thanks." I smile at the ground playing with my hands
"Go in make friends." (fault in our stars much lol xD)
"Yeah mom cause -"
"Don't start."
"Ok ok" I say throwing my hands in surrender. I walk outta the car and headed toward the old building. This is not gonna be fun. I thought to myself
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Secrets
أدب الهواةSo so excited to do this this is a Kyle David hall fanfic there will be self harm please don't hate me in battling with self harm and depression so it helps me express thanks
