The Support Group

There was something fragile in her mismatched eyes. I couldn't place it, but something hid there, just below the surface. She stared at me, voice crumbling and lost and oh so fucking beautiful.

"You can't be with me, Isaac."

I stepped closer. She was right. There was so much wrong with both of us. We were destined to fall apart; it was only a matter of when.

"I know. I'm a mistake, you're a disaster."

"Yeah." Her hair was falling in front of her eyes again, covering the tiny flecks and the little scar under her left eyebrow. My fingers yearned to touch it. "I'll ruin you."

"Let's ruin eachother."

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For Isaac Darlings, the only relief in life seemed to be drugs. Living with anger issues and no goals, an excstacy overdose lands him in multiple hospital visits and forces him to see a psyciatrist, who in turn suggests he joins a support group, and after much persuasion he agrees.

Via Hale is, in no accounts, normal. Hopelessly depressed and sufferer of recurring nightmares, there is little hope to her life, even in the day time. The trauma of past events in her life makes her difficult to befriend, unstable to talk to. Perhaps that is why her therapist forces her to attend a support group, wanting her to branch out.

Five mentally-unhealthy teenagers are thrown together in unlikely circumstances.

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