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"I hate the fact that I'm so insanely un-grateful. I hate the way I look I hate my body I hate my past I hate everything. I can't go a day without thinking a suicidal thought like; what if I just stab myself with that knife? Or what if I tie a noose and hang? It's that typa shit that I'm sick of thinking and wishing. I hate being here right now talking to you because you can't help me no one can. I'm numb. There's no point to life if you've got no motivation other than drugs. It's all that keeps me sane." Celeste blurts to her Susan, her therapist
"Celeste I can hear the pain in your voice and yes, I know I can't be the one to help you this is why me and your mother feel as if you should be in rehab. It's for your own good please just trust me."
Susan was like a second mother to Celeste. She had so much respect for Celeste and it went both ways. She has been her therapist since Celeste was 9, she is 18 now and has always been a victim of bullying throughout all of high school because she was a 'depressed fuck' and no one understood her. Even her best friend Ciera. Ciera claims celeste and is always trying to make her sanguine but it never has worked because Ciera just adds to her insecurities. Which sounds horrible, but she can't help it. But Ciera lives back in LA where they both grew up together.
"M- Mom I'm not going into
Rehab I don't give a fuck what you or Susan says fuck sake." Celeste slams the boxes down as she's helping move into their new house. (In NY)
"This is exactly what we are talking about, you can't control your anger nor sadness and any other emotion bottled up inside you. Honey you know how much I love you hence why I'm doing this for you."
Celeste had enough of fighting back so she ran upstairs to her empty room and got her headphones and iPod and played some music. When she was emotional either sad angry or both she played heavy metal it always seemed to make her feel a type of way, not better just ... indescribable. The urge to cut herself was real she was just waiting to settle in her new house first, her mom believes her when she says she stopped cutting years ago but luckily she does cheek her hips that's the only place she can cut without it being visible.
Her dad was a drunken abusive father and he was dead to her as well as her mum, Vanessa divorced him over a year ago which was the best thing for the family. Her younger brother jake was is 7 and didn't understand much but he would do anything for his mom and sister and was the most caring child ever. Jake and Celeste were polar opposites that's for sure
*doorbell rings*
While Celeste was in her room blasting music in her ears, they get unexpected guests to their door.
"Hi I'm sorry if I've interrupted you in any way, I saw you guys have moved in indefinitely now and I thought I would introduce myself and my son, your neighbours! I'm Nicole and this is my son Timothee. Welcome!!"
Timothee just stood there looking blue and forced a fake smile.
"This is so overwhelming I did not expect this at all hello! I'm Vanessa and this is my son jake and my daughter is just upstairs, pleasure to meet you both."
Nicole hands Vanessa a basket of goodies as a housewarming gift.
"Daymmm are all the people in New York this nice?" Jake mumbles under his breath
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the boy next door
Romance***THIS STORY IS BASED ON BEFORE TIMOTHEE WAS FAMOUS AND RICH*** it was just an ordinary town in the ghetto of New York. Celeste moves in a new house with her mom and little brother having past trauma and being a victim of pain and depression. Once...
