(A/N: Chapter by Rjvamp369

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Patricia's P.O.V

I walked through the doors of the rather old looking building and stopped. Why am I doing this? I can't believe Eddie did this to me. What if they send me to a mental home? I mean, I'm not crazy - I just had to find a temporary way... Eddie thinks I was trying to commit suicide... no... Suicide is a permanent solution... People who cut only do it because they want to live - they've found a way to cope with everything... But how will anyone ever understand?

I sigh and carry on walking until I come to a reception desk where a rather cheerful woman was standing behind, which was a little strange, considering it was a rehabilitation center. She looked up at me with a large smile

"How can I help you?" she asked. Goodness, I can't believe I'm doing this.

"I'm Patricia Williamson, and apparently, I'm meant to be here." I answered lazily, trying to keep my cool. The woman turned to her ancient computer and started typing.

"Aw! Patricia, straight down the hall on your right…" She explained using hand gestures as directions. I nodded and began to walk. Oh goodness. My entire life has turned to crap.

Eddie's P.O.V

What have I done? I mean, I was right to do it... wasn't I? She's my girlfriend... or was? I'm just so confused. I want to help her – it's my duty to help her... isn't it?

I lifted my wrist to stare at my watch... 3 o'clock. Patricia should be doing her session in rehab right now. This'll help her... of course it will that's what that place is for. Eurgh! She's never gonna forgive me, is she…

Patricia's P.O.V

I looked around the room at my fellow peers. They all looked... disturbed, I guess. I then turned to the councilor who was holding a clip board tight to his chest. He looks up at me.

"Patricia why don't you introduce yourself to the group?" he said in an assertive voice, yet with a kind face. I took a deep breath and began.

"Hi, I'm Patricia, I'm 17 years old and I was forced to come today," I said with a smirk on my face. I looked at the councilor who was, to my surprise, smiling.

"Yes I would like to think most of you didn't want to come today and that is understandable but I will help you," he said, this time with a laid back tone. I scoffed silently. He thinks he can help me but I am so beyond that. I just need closure.

My mind then began to wonder to Eddie. I don't know how I feel about him right now. He thinks he understands but he couldn't possibly, could he?