This is the sequel to downward spiral as promised so if you haven't read that please do before reading this.

The woman sat opposite Leo was name Dr Kent. She was dressed in business clothes and her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head. Leo hated her. This was the fourth time he'd been forced to see her since leaving the hospital 2 weeks ago. "So, how are you feeling today?" she asked in that clipped tone of hers that Leo loathed.

"Fine." Leo said. The doctors had taken the bandages and stitching off his wrist the other day and Leo had felt sick upon seeing what he'd done. The cuts he'd made were still an angry red and the lines were crooked. It made Leo thinks someone had tried to gouge the flesh from his wrist and in a way someone had; he had. And it made him sick.

"Have you been writing in your journal?" Leo nodded. Dr Kent had advised him to write down his thoughts and feelings everyday as a way of dealing with any depression type thoughts he might have. "Everyday?" once more Leo nodded as Dr Kent made a note in a book.

The problem Leo had with the therapy, in fact with everything his dad, mum and doctors had put him on was they weren't helping. In therapy, Dr Kent went through the same things everyday. Sure, she changed the questions but the end results were the same everyday. Leo would answer questions and she would write in her little book, occasionally asking more questions or get Leo to write something down.

And then there was the anti-depressants the doctors had recommended and his dad had agreed to. Everyday, Leo would have to take 3 tablets (one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one at night). The simple act of taking the tablets wasn't overly bad, it was the side effects that came with them. Leo could go 24 hours without sleeping thanks to the insomnia brought on by said tablets. And his parents, Justin and even Allie and her kids were constantly worrying because he was loosing weight because the tablets caused appetite loss. Of course they would have been worrying anyway.

School wasn't brilliant, though Leo supposed he should be thankful waterloo road was so full of drama because no one seemed to be talking about him anymore. But everyone was ignoring him to, like they didn't want to know the messed up kid. The teachers were almost as bad as his dad and Justin, asking if he was alright every 5 minutes in lessons. At least he could get away from them. He couldn't get away from his family.

Leo knew theybwere only worried, he hated himself for causing them to worry. Olga had moved out of the clinic, getting a flat near their Vaughan and allies house so she was nearby in case something happened. As if they expected Leo to relapse. Vaughan was constantly hovering, while Justin had gone so far as to move back into the house were he was forced to sleep in the same room as Leo. Allie (who Leo had half expected to move out of the house so as to avoid all the drama) and Tiffany were always giving Leo pitying looks and treating him as if he was glass. The only one acting at least slightly normal was Floyd, who Leo wasn't all that close with to begin with.

And there lay the problem, Leo didn't think he was getting better because no one acted like he did. They all acted like Leo was going to suddenly grab a knife and cut his wrists again. The funny thing, at least to Leo, was that that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. Seeing the cut on his arm, the worried looks in his families eyes. All of this stopped Leo from even thinking about harming himself again. Except no one would believe him so he stuck going to therapy and taking anti-depressants. And there wasn't a damaged thing he could do about it.

I know this is very short but it's more of a prologue than anything else. The next chapters will be more like that in my other story. But until then, I hope you enjoyed and please review :-)