Things Unseen

Chapter One

You know that feeling when you know something is there, but you can't see it? You just can feel that there is something more to this repetitive life. Something that wants to be seen but we refuse to look! Then people label you as crazy and throw you into therapy.

Well, that was me. That was why my parents put me in a foster home. That was why I sat across from my therapist as she and my foster parents discussed what "medicine" I need to be put on. Well, they talked about multiple pills they should give me for different problems. Depression. Anxiety. Insanity. They wanted something that would change me into a completely different person. Maybe they thought I'd dye my naturally blue hair to a blond and wear pink on a daily basis.

I sat back, smirking at the situation as a whole. I knew no "medicine" would've worked, it never did. Deep down, I knew they were doing this because they cared, but I made myself believe they hated me. Everyone hated me. That's why I was bullied at school. That's why every friend I've had left. That's why my parents abandoned me.

Once the appointment was over, Clare, my foster mother, sat in the back seat with me. Daniel, my foster father, drove in silence.

"How's school?" Clare asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Okay." I muttered, staring out the window. I hated when she tried to talk to me. Not because I didn't like her, but because I knew I'd say something wrong.

"Do you still like that Cole guy?" She asked like she was my sixteen year old best friend.

"No. I heard he is sleeping with a bunch of girls." I turned to face her. That made her smile.

"Oh, that's horrible!" Clare put on a fake shocked face.

"Mhm." I nod in agreement.

"Daniel, honey?" She called up to him.

"Yes." He said in a rude tone. He was always rude. To Clare, to me, to my foster sister.

"Can we stop at the nearest Starbucks to get Alice a Caramel Frappé?" She said in her nicest tone. Opposite of Daniel, she was the nicest person I had met.

"Really? You want to buy something for that? Do know how much trouble she has caused us since she moved in?" He raised his voice. "The fake depression. The fake anxiety. The cuts for attention!"

"She doesn't fake it." Clare said, quietly. I have her an 'it's okay, you don't have to' smile.

"What the hell did you say?" He yelled. "Are you talking back to me?!"

"No, I ju-" She started.

"It was me. I said 'I don't fake it.'" I cut her off before she got in too much trouble.

"Watch it, girl." He glared at me through the rear view mirror.

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This chapter is meant to be short, but they will get longer starting with the next chapter.