Suicide is real

Therapy

"Rosie, Tae, Lucas, Michael, Sarah, Lizzy, you're all needed in the hall"

I stood up slowly and let everyone pass me first, I followed close by until we reached the hall 

Everyone sat on a chair in silence 

"Grab a chair and join in"

I stood planted on the spot 

What was this??

"Rosie" 

Her voice droned on leaving me bothered and annoyed 

"Rosie?"

I looked into her eyes and nodded 

"Come on, you too" 

"I'll stand" I walked towards the door "Right over here" I nodded at myself as she gave me a worried look

"Rosie darling" She stood in front of me causing me to take a step back 

"What is this?" I asked as everyone muttered words 

"Therapy" 

I laughed 

Full on belly laugh

"Who said I need therapy?"

"I can see it in your eyes" 

"It was rough?" I asked 

"What?" She questioned 

"I know you got daddy issues, and I do too" I shrugged

"Anyways you got no proof, I'd like to leave and sit in the library during 'therapy' time" 

"I don't think that that's necessary" She negotiated with me 

"I don't think that this is necessary" I pointed towards the crowd causing all eyes to go on me

"Go" She pointed at the door with a sigh "Just try for one day" 

I opened the door slightly and looked back, Lucas was behind me

"Don't tell me you're here to talk me out" I walked off in silence 

"No" His voice echoed in the hallways 

"Just coming to the library with you" 

I stopped and turned around slowly "Why?" I questioned 

"Why not?" He answered my question with a question of his own 

I opened the door slowly and the smell of old books engulfed me causing me to sigh in relief, it never failed to make me feel somewhat calm and collected 

I placed my bag on the floor and sat on a beanbag, Lucas followed my movements and sat in front of me 

I arched an eyebrow in question 

"Lets have therapy together?" He questioned 

I pulled my hood up and leaned back slowly 

"I guess that could work"