CHAPTER 5: Feelings

HICCUP POV

I stared at myself in the mirror, examining all the tiny details of myself. I can point out a flaw in everything. I look useless. I lost my leg. I couldn't help myself. No matter what I tried, I would always be the bony fishbone. Hiccup the Useless. A disappointment to the world. A disappointment to my father. A disappointment to myself… I heard three words in my head. Words from my past that I couldn't move on from. The three words that haunted me since the fifth grade. The words that I didn't want to hear but haunted me no matter what. Forever and Always. The last words I exchanged with Astrid. The words that I regretted saying. I started tearing up thinking back to that time...

FLASHBACK:

It was the last day of school, and we were finally able to go home. It was the last year of elementary. Astrid and I sat on the swing set at the empty park.

"We're going to stay friends when we go to middle school, right?" I asked. Astrid looked at me funny.

"Of course we are! You think I want to start a new school without you?" She reassured me. I grinned.

"Forever and always?"

"Forever and always." She agreed. She jumped off the swing and reached out for me to take her hand. I took it, standing up.

"Now let's go home. I'm hungry." Astrid said, making Hiccup laugh. They parted ways. And unknowingly that was the last time they spoke for a while. Unknowingly, that's when the friendship ended.

End of flashback

I snapped back to reality when I heard pounding on the bathroom door.

"You're gonna be late for school! What, are you having a beauty pageant in there?!" My dad bellowed. I wiped away my tears and groaned. I finished getting ready and got out of the bathroom. At least it was Friday. The week would be over and I wouldn't need to leave my room and do any work. All I have to do is get through the day. The only thing I don't wanna do.

I made it to school and stood at my open locker, trying to be busy. The one downside of only having one friend is always looking stupid when you have nothing to do or no one to talk to. So that's when you wipe out your phone and pretend to text people. Sad, isn't it?

Looking at my phone screen a reminder from my calendar popped up.

FRIDAY: THERAPY SESSION 4:15PM

I inwardly groaned. I hated going. It was the same thing every time. I mean, Ms. Ashworth is a nice lady, she even buys me food. But I just don't like the topics we're forced to talk about. I simply don't like being open with people.

The bell rang and it was time for class. Once I got to class, I spaced out. Every class for the rest of the day was like that because all of the stuff in that class was boring and I didn't need to learn it. So once school got out, I was happy to leave and not look back. I didn't wanna look back at a girl. A girl that had a sea of beautiful blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.

I got home and tried to stall leaving for therapy. Maybe I could pretend to be sick and cancel? But I've already tried that twice in a row, so I guess I just have to face my fate. So I left, notebook in hand, and headed for the therapist's office.

I made it to the office and sat in the waiting room chair. While I was sitting there, I listened to the annoying ticking clock go off in the room. I was getting lost in the sound of the clock before I was dragged back to Earth by a voice calling my name to go into the office.

As I opened the door, I smelled the familiar scent of the lavender candles. I noticed that the couches that usually resided in the corner of the room were moved so that they were pushed against the middle of the wall. I saw that Ms. Ashworth was sitting there, waiting for me to take a seat opposite of her, already having some oreos and milk sitting on the table. I sat down on the couch and we began our session.


Sorry for not posting in a while. I've been gaming on War Thunder and didn't really know what to write but I'm back and I'll try and finish this story. Please review and tell me how my writing is and how you readers like the story.