It has been a few weeks.
Ashton and I meet every Saturday and Wednesday, doing something different every time. And of course we meet at Serium on the Tuesday's and the Fridays.
School isn't that great though. Not made any friends yet - okay, I have a few people who I eat lunch with or sometimes talk to, but not really friends.
But that's just the way it is, I guess.
I have managed to not let anyone discover - so neither see - my scars, what means that only Ashton, mom and dad know it.
But I have this one, big problem. And I can't lose it, or get rid of it, and that's so freaking annoying. It is eating me from the inside. Ashton knows it - partially - because the seconds part would be a bit awkward..
But I'm alone.
I feel alone.
Do stuff alone.
Live alone.
And I have this one, lovely person in life, but I can't love him. I mean, if he would know that, I would probably lose him. Of course I would. And I can't, 'cause he's the only person who I trust 100% and can talk to properly. And he has even done the same thing as I do.
Oh, I hate myself.
I sigh as I turn around on my stomach on my bed. I sigh once again and stare at my pillow. Even my bed feels alone. Owh, I just hate Sundays. No school - not that I like school, but I like to have people around me - and no Ashton. No friend. Even my parents left.
I look at my fresh, swollen scars on my right arm.
Why did I even start?
Look at where I am now..
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My psychiatrist
Fanfiction*based on true stories, combined into one* Tess moves house - and country - and meets new people. However, forgetting the past is very difficult and she still has to go to a psychiatrist. When she meets this young guy, her whole life changes. They...
