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Chapter 3

They kept me in the hospital for another week before I was discharged. I was extatic when I finally got to go home. It had been the longest, most boring week of my entire life. All I did every single day in that place was: wake up, eat a nasty breakfast, sit there for a few hours, bored out of my mind, eat a nasty lunch, sit there for a couple hours, eat a nasty dinner, sit there for another couple of hours, bored out of my mind, fall asleep, and repeat. (Of course I took bathroom brakes, and took medicine when they gave it to me throughout the day too.)

I probably would've been released sooner if my parents hadn't opted for me to stay a couple extra days. When they told me they wanted to keep me in here longer, "just to be safe", I wanted to yell at them, but I didn't. I argued with them that my head injury wasn't that bad and I was better and could go home, but they didn't agree and didn't take me home for two more days. But eventually they did take me home.

It's been a week since I've been home and I had an appointment with Dr. Morty today. They hadn't replaced him. Yet. My parents had a long conversation with him over the phone. They told him about 'the incident', as they referred to it. They said that he obviously wasn't doing a very good job at his job since 'the incident' happened in the first place. I listened to the conversation and the way they were talking kind of made it sound like they were blaming him. I felt really guilty afterwards. It wasn't his fault. He's awesome. He helps me so much. It was my fault. I just can't stop... I can't control it. They didn't get me a new therapist though, which is good, because no matter who they would've replaced him with I wouldn't trust them or talk to them. I'm so glad they told Dr. Morty he had one more chance before they replaced him.

I walked into the room and he greeted me as I lied down on the couch. I greeted him back as he sat down in his brown leather chair across from me. He dropped my folder into his lap and put his pen on top of it. He placed his elbows on the chair's arm rests and put his fingertips together. "So-" He started, but I interrupted him before he could finish his thought.

"Before you start, I just want to say I'm sorry for the way my parents talked to you on the phone. They made it sound like the whole thing was your fault, and it wasn't. It was all my fault. I'm sorry that they blamed you."

He only nodded his head and muttered a thank you as a response to my rambling. Then he went straight back to what he was trying to say before. "So, why'd you do it?"

"Well," I said to the ceiling, "Svetlana dumped me."

"She did?" He asked, his voice had a slightly surprised tone to it. That's what I liked most about him, he showed emotion. He didn't just sit there with the same look on his face, and a monotonous tone during the whole session. "The way you talk about her it sounded like you two were the happiest couple in the universe."

"I thought we were. But no, I guess we weren't."

"That is terrible. Why'd she do it?"

"She cheated on me."

"And how did that make you feel? Did you get angry?"

I chuckled lightly. I always did whenever he said 'how does that make you feel'. It's just so stereotypical. "No. I didn't even get mad. I actually just begged for her to not dump me." I realized how pathetic I must've sounded on the phone. Most people don't beg their girlfriend not to dump them after they just found out that they'd been cheated on. "Pretty pathetic, huh?"

"Well, not necessarily. She was the best thing in your life, wasn't she?"

I scoffed. "Yeah, was."

"Then it was perfectly natural for you to try to stop your relationship from ending." he reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess." I stared at the cracks in the ceiling. What he was saying made sense. "But she wasn't just the best thing in my life, she was the only good thing in my life. And once she dumped me I had no reason to live. That's why I tried to kill myself." I hadn't even realized that's what I had actually been trying to do until I said it. It was true. I really had been trying to end my life.

"Do you really think she's the only good thing in your entire life?"

"Was." I corrected him.

"I'm sorry," he appologized. "Was she the only good thing in your life?"

"Yep. Without her I really don't have a reason to live." It was true. She was what had kept me going each day. Without her I felt empty. It felt like there was this gaping hole inside of me now that had been filled when Svetlana was with me. This feeling sucked.

"What about your parents? They aren't a reason for you to live?"

"Nope."

"What about your friends?"

"You know I don't have any." True statement. I didn't have a single one.

He picked up his pen, opened the file, and wrote something down. I didn't necessarily care what he wrote, so I never asked him what the file said. He kept the pen in his hand and the journal open when he finished. "I don't understand why you don't try to make friends with anyone at your school." He could be brutally honest sometimes.

"Well for one it's summer, so I don't have school until fall. And beside that no one that goes to my school has a brain. I mean everyone is so shallow and immiture there. No one can hold an intelligent conversation. I don't have any common intrests with one person in that hell hole anyway."

He wrote something else down. "Do you know why your parents decided to give me a second chance?"

"No," I answered. I was confused. I didn't know if he was asking me because he wanted to know, or because he was going to tell me, but wasn't sure if I already knew or not.

I got my answer. "Well, I was thinking of trying something new. I've never tried it before but I've had people say that it's worked well for their patients." Now I was curious. What was he planning on doing? "I talked to your parents about it and they said that I could try this method of therapy, but if it didn't help they would get you a new therapist.

I sat up with anticipation. "What is it?"

"Sessions of group therapy. I deal with a few patients who are struggling with depression as well. Most of them are around you age. In their early twenties. If I get you all of you guys together to discuss your problems, you can all lean on each other for support, and things, you know."

Hmm. That did sound kind of intriguing. Maybe I'd meet someone that I could really relate to for once in my life besides from Svetlana. It might be good for me to make some equantinces too. I was curious about all of the people that would be there. "How many people are coming?"

"Well, there isn't an official number yet. I still have to get permission for some people to see who'll be attending. So far there's you, three other girls, and tow guys. There may be a few more people but there won't be that many more."

"When is it?"

"The first session is this Saturday." He closed his book and put his pen behind his ear before standing up. "See you there." I glanced up at the clock, and noticed that our time together was indeed up. I stood up as well, and let him escort me out the door.