He helps me

Chapter 1

School sucks. This town sucks. Life sucks.

I moved to a small town in Maine after I was expelled from my old school and I didn't know anyone. I didn't want to either, everyone's an asshole.

I sat in last period waiting for school to end.

As soon as I heard the bell I jumped out of my seat and left the prison. I just needed to get away from all these little fakes.

Everyone here pretended to be happy and like each other. Little Didi they know that everyone talked shit about them. Of course they think they're the only ones who don't get talked about, boy are they dumb.

I walked down the side walk in town. People driving by or walking would smile at me. I never responded.

It took about 10 minutes to get to my house. My mom's car wasn't in the driveway meaning that she's still at work. I walked onto the porch and used my key to unlock the door.

I tossed my bag on the floor and head to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took a coke out.

I went into the living room with my coke and turned on the TV. There was never anything good on.

I sat there until I get the front door open. "Honey, are you home?" My mom called. "In here." I said. She walked into the living room and sat next to me. "How was your day?" She asked. "Boring." I said before taking another sip of my coke. My mother sighed. "I know moving here was hard but we didn't have a choice." She said. "Be cause of me." I added with out looking at her. "Y/n..." She didn't know how to finish her sentence.

I got up and went to my room. That was the one place I liked. With my mom sad about us having to leave she finally let me decorate it the way I like.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and my lighter. I stuck a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a deep inhale and blew out the smoke.

Fuck. My. Life.

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I sat at the dining table across from my mom. She just heated up some soup and made us both a grilled cheese.

We both sat in silence until she cleared her throat. "Listen, because of what happened I've been worried about you. And to make sure nothing like that happens again... I've signed you up for therapy."

I looked up at her. "What?! You think that there's something wrong with me?"

"Of course not I-"

I stood up and stormed off to my room.

I know what happened was my fault and now she thinks I'm crazy. I told her that I was sorry but I'm not. That guy got what he deserved. He shouldn't have messed with me.

My mom cracked open my door and stuck her head in. "I'm sorry but I'm worried about you. You're first session is in two days."