"Who told you, you could stop?"
"Well............. They didn't work, so i just stopped it myself."
"Well doing that made you worse than you were. So I will be putting you on Prozac. It's a anti-depressant. It should make you feel better."
"Okay." I say feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks.
"i just have one question." she says with sympathy.
"Yes?" I say crying.
"Are you okay to go home?" the pity grows larger in her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"When I say safe I mean no cutting, burning, suicidal thoughts. Nothing."
"I'll be fine."
"Will you put that in writing?"
"You mean sign a paper saying I won't do anything you just said?"
"Yes."
"Sure, as long as I get out of here."
She gets the paper and hands me the pen. I sign it as slowly as possible. I am hoping since I'm signing this my parents will get off my back.
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Addicted To Love
Teen FictionThe Love Is To Hard To Handle.... He Makes Me Fall In Love And Then He Makes Me..... You Guys Will Understand.....
