"Ready for school?" My mother asked, she was going nuts in the kitchen.
"I guess" I mumbled.
My mom stopped in front of me and hugged me tight, she looked down at me and smiled.
"You'll be fine" she said.
She always said that.

I was.......away for a couple of weeks.
Or say, I was given treatment.
I wasn't allowed contact with anyone but my parents, but Roman secretly stopped by when he could.
It's all a big blur inside my head.

I mean....a couple of months ago I was troubled and lost.
Although I am still lost, but I'm going to find a way to my senses soon.
I swung my bag around my shoulders, off we are to hell.
I may have been given Therapy, but god knows I can't forget a single thing that's happen.
It's an act, for my parents .....to make them feel good.

Therapy - 3 times a week, homework: weekly report about how I love myself
such bullshit. Complete utter bullshit.

I was back to this hell hole people call school, but due to the fact that I have fucked up my potential scholarships or grants they out me on this on site continuation school. It was basically from 7:30am-10:30am. I had a few friends, well actually a lot of friends in that class. A lot of them were addicted to drugs and parties - they didn't know it yet, but I did.

The he next few months were the hardest, because all I ever did or think or feel was revolving around Tony.

Notes

Short filler!