Gerard pov




I sit in the hard, black, chair that has me facing towards everyone else in the circle. This is the part I dread the most, sharing my thoughts, my feelings. Everything that is supposed to be my personal information, but I'm here having to share it with the world.

"Gerard, would you like to introduce yourself?" The old lady in the pink and grey sweater says softly, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

Actually, no I would not like to share anything.

She keeps looking at me expectantly and I sigh, my nerves shaking my whole body. I can't speak, I can't share this, but I have to. I'm being forced.

I open my mouth and begin speaking.

"My name is Gerard. I'm an alcoholic and I have nothing to live for. Absolutely nothing. I'm only here at this "support group" for my brother and so I can get over being an alcoholic, but who am I kidding? No one can help me anyways." I say, and mumble the last part a bit softer.

Everyone in the room softly claps.

"Good, Gerard. This is the next step, exposing your feelings, pretty soon you'll be able to do this more often." She says, a smile on her face, and I know that this is all bullshit.

They only say that to make me feel better, I mean how can talking about it help me to not drink? It'll only make me crave the burning liquid more, thinking about it.

We all turn to the next person in the room. A girl with extremely long blonde hair and eye shadow that makes her eyes look like sockets. Like she has no eyes, just holes where you can stare into her soul.

"Taylor, would you like to share?"

The girl stands up and smacks on her bubblegum.

"My name is Taylor and I'm a drug addict and smoker and I don't give a fuck. Not a single one." She glares at the old lady and flashes her the middle finger before sitting down again and slouching in her seat.

Everyone in the room goes silent, and the lady clears her throat.

"Let's just move on," She says. "Frank do you want to go next?"

A boy with black hair and piercings on his lip and nose stands up, clearing not looking too happy with the old woman for making him stand up.

"I'm Frank. I'm depressed as fuck, suicidal, and want to leave this hellhole." He grunts, then sits back down.

"Well, let's move on," She says, ignoring what Frank said. "Matt, would you like to go next?"
The boy nods and stands up.

"Um, I'm Matt, and I have people that follow me. Every move I make, every second of the day they're watching, and I just want to-." He starts sobbing and is cut off by the old lady soothing him while he bawls into her shoulder.

What a wimp.

The old lady brings Matt out of the room and talks to him for a few minutes so everyone in the group is left alone. A few people talk to each other, but it's mostly silent. We all just stare at each other, trying to figure out their stories and their cause of pain, I guess. I mean, that's what I'm doing.

I look around and recognize a few kids from my school too. Im pretty sure Frank and this other kid, Kade, both go to my school, but I've never seen Taylor or Matt or anyone else in here before in my life.

Kade is one of the more popular kids of my school, the one that goes to all the parties and does cocaine. That's why he's here though, he got caught using heroine so his parents brought him here. As for Frank, I've never talked to him in my life. I've only seen him a few times walking down the hallways with his earbuds in and looking like he wants to punch somebody in the face.

As for me, I'm here because of my drinking problem. My mother and Mikey got worried because it got so bad and almost every night I came stumbling home, drunk out of my mind. Mikey looks up to me so much, that he's the only real reason I partially agreed to come here. I would do anything for my younger brother.

The old lady walks back into the room, without Matt and sits down.

"Alright everyone, shall we continue?"




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We've finished introducing ourselves finally, and we've only got about five minutes left so the old lady is letting us have "free time". It's not really "free time" when no one actually talks and just stares at each other.

The lady just looks at us back and forth and I can tell she's searching her mind for a conversation starter.

"Does anyone have any questions?" She asks, after a few minutes of silence.
Kade smirks before opening his mouth.

"Yes, actually, I want to know how good miss eyeshadow over there is in bed." He says, gesturing to Taylor.

The old lady's mouth drops open a little and I can see her fidget in her chair uncomfortably. Her face begins to turn slightly pink as she opens her mouth to scold him, but Taylor opens her mouth first.

She was sitting in her chair, her face bright red with anger.

"You listen you little bitch," She starts. "You better not mess with me, because I will actually stab your eyeballs out with a fork. My own fork." She threatens, and Kade chuckles a little.

"Aw sweetie, that's adorable, you're going to have to come up with a better threat though." He says, and she only gets more angry.

"I'll come up with a better threat after I go through with the first one." Taylor snarls.

I've known Kade since about the third grade, so I'm used to his comments, but apparently Taylor isn't. I can see the fury in her soulless eyes and the absolute hatred she has for Kade at this moment. I love the look of fury.

She gets up, and starts walking over to Kade. She draws back her fist and punches him right in the jaw. He cries out in pain and the old lady rushes over.

He's holding his now already bruised jaw and Taylor has gone back to her seat.
I think I'm beginning to like this help session a little more.

Notes

New story! Yes I'm still going to be updating my other stories (Subject 23-Z and Make me Wanna Die) I just had this idea and thought I'd start a new story, so I hope you like it!


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