❝Kid, don't do that!❞ It was as if I could almost feel him smile-Hear it in his voice, let the warmth of it deluge my heart.
❝Why not?❞
❝It tickles, Allan.❞ I looked into his eyes as he chuckled. Just then i noticed a strange spark of uncertainty a...
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She asked me to talk about my suicide attempt. My suicide attempt.
And then she asked me if I have any mental illness. With all due respect Mrs. Tilsley, you have a mental illness for asking me that. You have mental illness for being a suicide counselor. You have a mental illness for putting up with these lame asses. Look at all of them. One looks like Mr. Bean. The Girl in the back is busy staring at her toes that are really sticking out of her sliders.
WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE?!?!?!?!?!?!
I joked about something when she asked me about my mental illness. Well everyone laughed. That was kinda okay. But why'd they say the 'hey' so loud. Like are they gonna tie me up a wooden board and keep screaming HEY HEY HEY and hit me with belts. That shit is going to be real scary.
Anyways. I go take a seat at the back. I hope by that everyone understands i don't want to exist. I hope they understand that I don't want to be a part of their sick and dumb talks. It's just stupid that i am even here. Like at all. I should be at home doing something more fun. I didn't agree to move to a new town to just be welcomed at a bloody pathetic suicide prevention centre or whatever it is called. I have my ear buds, can i like just put em in and not listen to this boring lecture that Mrs. Tilsley nis giving about Ignorance? Na! that would look like i have too much attitude.
I close my hands in a wrist ball. I am bored. I would rather listen to a playschool kid singing poems or the alphabet song or whatever shit they learn. I don't know. I never went to one. More like I couldn't go to one. Thanks to my broke mother.
"So in order to achieve that, we need to stop ignoring the signs of vulnerability." Mrs. Tilsley said. That was literally the first line i have heard from the entire session. This thing is bloody irritating. Ugh!
I am scanning the room. There is this guy sitting on the opposite side. He looks good. I don't know, decent maybe. He looks better dressed than anyone in the room. He is wearing a black round-neck. It looks good. He is legit curled up in a ball on his seat. Almost like he wants to be hidden—invisible.
He looks into my eyes. It doesn't seem like a death stare, not the type the others gave me when i entered the room. Also this place is weirdly brown. Like its too much of modern art. There are like paintings hung everywhere. For fuck's sake I don't want to be here.
The guy straightens up in his chair. He is kinda nervous and its visible by what i can read off his face. Holy! He is wearing a Game Of Thrones merch. The one this guy is wearing is says Mother Of Dragons.
I have a black hoodie which has a really cool House Stark sigil imprinted in the center. I wanna wear it all of a sudden.
I smile at the guy cus it seems that even he is trying to get this session over with. But he just looks at me for a second with a serious expression and looks away.
Weird people.
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Sorry for making this chapter too small. I have an exam tomorrow and I can barely keep my eyes open smh.
