Therapy

Rated for mentions of self harm, attempted suicide, and other things.

Patricia Williamson stared out the window. She had just finished packing. Today was the day. She was getting out of here. She'd be back at home in just a few short hours. She'd be stuck with her picture perfect family, always talking about how great Piper was. She could never measure up. That's why she started cutting in the first place. She hated to blame Piper, but she couldn't help it. It had always been:

"Piper's so great."

"Piper got into this great music school."

"Piper is so talented, she was chosen to play for the queen."

Patricia hated it. She didn't hate Piper. If anything she hated herself. The self hatred is why she decided to end it. However life had a funny way of working out. Her picture perfect sister found her. She could now add how Piper was a hero to the list of things she would be hearing when she left.

There was a knock on the door that distracted Patricia from her thoughts. Her wrist throbbed slightly, and she was already aching to cut again, just because of the thoughts of picture perfect Piper. She heard the door knob turned and she grabbed her bag just as the door swung open.

"Your parents are here," the nurse spoke slowly. She turned quickly on her heels and Patricia followed the lady down the hall. There they stood. Her mom, her dad, and Piper. She scowled she was hoping Piper wouldn't be there. Patricia didn't dare look at Piper instead she studied her parents. Their eyes filled with disappointment. After all how could they have one perfect daughter and one screw up?

"I was so worried about you Trix," Piper was the first to say anything.

"We all were," mom admitted quietly.

"Want me to take your bag Tricia," dad asked.

"No dad I've got it, let's just get out of here," she snapped. They didn't say anything just shuffled out the door to the car. Patricia tossed her bag in the back of the van, and sat in her seat.

"I brought your phone Tricia. Joy's been trying to get in touch with you. We were running out of excuses," Piper said handing his twin her cell phone. Patricia would've been fine telling Joy about what happened but at the same time didn't want to. She slide the unlock bar across the screen, and read some of the messages Joy had sent the past month. Her school got out the middle of May. Patricia tried to kill herself a mere three days after school ended. It was now June tenth. Patricia had spent about three weeks in the mental ward. She was now apparently healed. She didn't say anything just sent a simple hello to Joy, and an apology for being missing in action. She was wrapped up in reading Joy's text about how she and Mick were now together, and how they had been having fun, and about how she and Patricia needed to catch up in person soon.

"We're home," she heard her mom whisper. She grabbed the bag and walked in the doors. Everything was exactly the same but it felt so different.

"Why don't you unpack we need to talk," her dad said.

"We can talk now I'll unpack later," Patricia scoffed. She hadn't bothered unpacking her bags from boarding school, why should she bother unpacking her bags from the mental ward.

"Take your bag upstairs at least."

"Fine dad," she sighed. dragging herself up the stairs and tossing the bag next to her trunks from school. She set her phone down on the bed, and made her way back downstairs. She could hear Piper in her room probably skyping her also picture perfect music school boyfriend.

"So what do you want to talk about," she demanded entering the living room where her parents sat.

"Patricia, we're sending you to spend the summer in New Jersey," her mom responded quickly.

"What?"

"What your mother means, is that we think it's best for everyone if you spent the summer overseas, with your aunt."

"So you're sending me away? What else is new," she spat.

"Please don't be difficult you'll leave the 13th, it's best you start packing now."

"Good thing I never unpacked from boarding school. I can just take one of those trunks," she said emphasising boarding school. That was their fix wasn't it? To just send her away? When would they bring her back? A week before school? Probably. She sighed and stormed upstairs. She snapped open one of her trunks. She pulled out her uniform items, and shoved everything that was in the bag from the ward into. She heard a knock on the door.

"Patricia."

"I'm packing," she snapped.

"Where are you going," she heard Piper say this time.

"Mom and dad are sending me to New Jersey," she muttered.

"Talk to me Patricia. Don't shut me out."

"What's there to talk about Piper? They're ashamed so they're sending me away again."

"Patricia."

"Piper, just go away," Patricia said slamming the top of the trunk shut. She had three days to be home. Three miserable days until she'd be one less problem for them again.

So welcome to my new multichaptered fic. I will finish it okay? I have the first four real chapters already written out. I have a complete outline done. This will be 13 chapters total including this the prologue and then the epilogue. Okay so update schedule will be Mondays, but until I finish the fic, I'm not promising weekly updates. I have to write a new chapter before I can post the next one. The thing with this is I can't skip more than one week in a row so let's say I just don't get the next chapter done by Monday, then I skip. So let's say it's still not done the following Monday, I'll post a new chapter anyways. But lucky for you I'm already half done with the fifth real chapter

The title comes from the All Time Low album, and all chapters will feature titles from the album's track list, fun thing. I actually got this idea from the song Rock Me by One Direction... Yeah...