I Hate Unicorns

Chapter I

I've learned that you can keep going, long after you think can't.

In eighth grade, I was diagnosed with severe depression and I was given medication, which didn't work for me. I tried to tell my parents but they were too busy with whatever they were doing to ever listen to me. In sophomore year, I tried to kill myself. My older sister, Harper, had found me in the bathroom next to an empty pill bottle. Of course she would find me in the bathroom, it's a miracle I even got in there long enough to do that.
  That was a week ago and my parents are making go to a support group and have given me more pills that don't work. Yes mom, give the girl who used pills to kill herself more pills. Because that's smart.

"Do I have to go?" I asked.

"Well, no you don't have to go, but Mom and Dad are paying alot for it so you should go." Jackson, my brother said.

  Jackson was second oldest, after Harper. He had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was sort of pale, he didn't go out much. He liked staying inside and working on his gaming programing. Everyone at school liked him, I guess they all thought he was hot.
  I guess hes kind of attractive, I mean everyone says so. Do you know how awkward it is having everyone tell you that your brother is hot? Why do people do that anyway? They always tell the person's sibling that they find them attractive. Why would I care that my brothers a 'sexy hunk of meat'?

  I sighed and opened the car door,
getting out. I looked at my brother one last time before shutting the door and walking towards the door of the community building. I looked around at all the Halloween decorations they had put up, and all the leaves still on the ground as volunteers helped to rake them up. I looked at the sky above, watching the storm clouds starting to form. We always got alot of rain here in Seattle.
  That's what we're famous for here anyway, aside from creating grunge back in the 90's. Who even thought it was a good idea to take fashion advice from homeless people anyway? I sighed at the thought. People are strange.
  I pulled the handle of the glass door, opening it and stepping into the heavily heated building. This place had the worst air system. It was ether Antarctica or Africa in there, no in between. I walked up to the front desk and asked the lady where the room for the depression and bullying support group was. She pointed me in the direction and I thanked her, making my way to room 205.
  She was young, like a college student. She seemed very uninterested in her job, like she was just doing it to pass a class. That's a very bad attitude to have when dealing with people, at least act like you give a shit so you don't put the other person in a bad mood. I feel like that's common sense. Then again, common sense is pretty rare now a days.
  When I got to the room, I looked inside the little window on the door. There was a bunch of teenagers in a circle with a younger guy at the head of it. I opened the door and walked in. As soon as I did, everyone turned and looked at me like I had just killed someone. I guess I was late or something.

"Um...is this the depression and bullying support group?" I asked.

"Yes, you're a little late but that's alright. Have a seat." The young guy said.

  I nodded and took the only empty seat in the circle of hormones and acne. I looked around and got a better look at everyone. They mostly looked like your basic emo kids, with long black bangs and band shirts. A few kids looked normal though, and one kid was really over weight. They looked like they should be on that TLC show My Six Hundred Pound Life.
  I looked at the guy who was at the head if it, and like the girl at the desk, he looked like a college student. His hair was black and curly and he had glasses. He was pale and sickly thin. Is he dying? If he is, why is he wasting his time doing this? Maybe he's crazy.
  The whole thing was about an hour long and it was pretty basic. They went around the room and introduced themselves and said what was wrong with them. You could pretty much guess what was wrong with them just by looking. It was pretty boring.
    I left the room and made my way outside. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and I ran into someone.