New story, I was kind of personally typing this and made it into a story

"I don't know what it is, I just feel depressed all the time. I mean is this normal? Wishing I was dead."

"A lot of teens experience this; it is normal among people your age. What triggers you to feel depressed?"

"Sometimes when I'm just sitting around and I don't know it just happens randomly. I just feel so alone sometimes. And I know this may sound stupid but sometimes I feel if I had a boyfriend things would be better."

"You shouldn't need a boyfriend complete you."

"I know but I still feel if I had someone who actually cared about me, I would be normal."

"Your parents, friends…?"

"My parents divorced so they take turns in the house, no one is fully there to help me through it all. And I barely have any friends. My best friend goes to another school so I have no one and it's killing me. I hate being on my own. I just don't my point in existing anymore."

"You can't put yourself down every time something doesn't go your way. Consider meeting new people, getting involved in activities to see where you can go from there."

Clare and sighed and nodded, "Thank you."

"No problem, same time next week?" Her therapist asked.

Clare nodded and escorted her therapist out her house. Clare Edwards had been seeing a therapist since she was 14. This was even before her parents split, this was when KC broke it off with her, her first boyfriend. Of course it was heartbreaking in the beginning but she got over it. But after a while, realizing she didn't have him anymore, anyone to cuddle or kiss made her feel alone. It's not something you talk about with your parents and since Darcy was in Africa, she had no one to vent to. Alli had become her outlet until her plenty screw ups led her to another school, another person drifting away from Clare. When she was 17, which she is now, earlier that year her parents split. They moved out in separate homes, leaving the home for Clare only. Her parents would visit on and off to make sure their daughter was okay. Once her parents left, she realized she was truly alone. Was it coincidence that everyone who loved her was leaving or did it just happen because her life sucked?

Every time she thought about why she was so alone and never got an answer, it terrified her and bothered her to the point where she needed an outlet. She needed something to make her feel okay again. The therapist was definitely helping her but it was not enough. About 2 months ago, is when she started hurting herself. She was scared and hesitant knowing she could die, but she wanted to try it to see if it would help her feel less alone. She used scissors since they were easy access and slit her wrist. It was painful but she didn't stop. She needed some way to let out her frustration and anger and that seemed to be the only way.

Two months later she is still hurting herself and no one has seemed to find out. She had been seeing her therapist since the divorce and every visit gets better but not enough for her to feel better about herself.

Her cell phone ringtone interrupted her angst memories and she picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hey Clare, Its Ms. Henderson, I have someone I want you to meet. He is suffering from the same thing you are, feeling alone and I was thinking maybe if you two met up, talking maybe you would at least have someone to vent to who understands you, how does that sound?"

"Uhm I appreciate it, I really do but I'd rather not."

"Clare I really think this might help you. You guys can meet twice if you guys feel uncomfortable with each other you don't have to talk again, but I really didn't think this would work and it would help if you gave it a try."

Clare paused for a while wondering if she would make a mistake by accepting the offer but if anything it could make her better, "Sure, when?" She answered.

"How's tomorrow? Would you prefer to come down to my office or to your house?"

"Uhm my house if that's okay. I don't really feel like leaving."

"Yeah perfectly fine, I'll let you know tomorrow when we're coming. Have a good evening."

"You too." She hung up the phone and lied down on the bed, feeling a bit of happiness that she could speak to someone who understood her, maybe for once she could actually have a long lasting person in life.

Only if wishing was all it took

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Clare heard a door bell ring downstairs and knew it was Ms. Henderson. She walked downstairs, took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Hi, how are you?" Ms. Henderson asked.

"I'm okay, you?"

"I'm doing well, Clare this is Eli."

She awkwardly waved, "Hi."

"Hi." He awkwardly smiled back.

They walked in and sat on the couch. "I know you guys aren't really ones to spark conversation but if you guys talk you will understand you two aren't that different and it can help….with your loneliness."

"I'll step outside for a bit if you guys want to talk on your own. I'll come back in about 10 minutes." Ms. Henderson stepped out of Clare's front door leaving the two teens to spark a conversation.

"Why do you feel alone?" Clare blurted out.

Eli looked up at her questioning her bluntness, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt about it…I'm just….asking."

"It's fine." He held his head down staring at his tangled fingers, "I'm just really different from other people so they don't bother to befriend me therefore I am alone. And I don't bother to make friends because I know I'll only get rejected. My parents are there for me but it's not enough. I just have a negative look at everything and I just hate myself."

Clare nodded and swallowed the lump on her throat.

"What about you?" He asked looking up at her, moving his bangs out of her face.

"Everyone I love always seems to get away somehow, I don't know if has to do with me or just the bad luck I have but I just don't like who I am and I can't really do anything about. I don't have friends or anything so that's why I got a therapist. To see if there's an actual reason for my depression."

"Do you think there's something wrong you?"

"I do, Ms. Henderson keeps telling me there isn't but I just do. I get angry easily, I get depressed at the most random times. I just don't believe this is normal, it can't be."

Eli nodded, "You're definitely not alone if that makes you feel better."

She hesitantly nodded and wiped the tears away with a thumb that trailed down during her venting. The door opening interrupted their gazes, "Are you guys okay?"

They both nodded not giving verbal responses.

Their therapist sat down, "How are you guys feeling?"

"Still the same." Eli responded. "But it's good to know that I know someone who is going through the same thing I guess."

Clare weakly smiled and nodded. "Okay you guys can exchange numbers if you want and Eli, your parents said they wanted you home by 6."

Eli nodded and took out his phone handing it in to Clare to punch her digits into it. Once exchanging numbers, they were on their way.

"I'll see you around." Eli said.

Clare nodded and waved as she closed the door behind her.

Should I keep going? I probably wont, I don't know how I feel about it. I might leave it here unless you guys want me to keep writing this. And give me ideas for other storylines PLEASE