Fly. (Janoskian Fanfiction)

A crap fanfic about a girl who moves to melbourne.
Oh.. and also she hates her dad.


4. :):


“Mia Maria James Laine” My therapist called me in.

We just sad there for a few moments. Him in his chair and me in the couch.

“So how are you doing in melbourne so far?” He asked me.

“Amazing” I said sarcasticly.

“Its always a hard thing to move on. No one says you have to be happy and move on right now” he said as he was taking some notes.

We started talking about my panic attacks and if my medication is still working.


30 minutes later

“Oh thats it for today, right?” I asked.

“One more thing...” He replied. “How is your cuts doing?”

I felt horrible. I had to say something, though “Great” I said.

“May I see?” He asked looking me in the eyes.

“No” I replied without breaking eyecontact.

He took some more notes. “So they're not...”

“No... See you next monday” I said walking out the door.


Before I left I had to wash my hands. I went to the bathroom and it was so small. When I was on my way out I got a text from my dad asking how it went, I ignored it.


I decided to take the bus home as it was easier than walking. Once again it was me and my headphones all alone, no one else was on the bus. I nearly missed my stop, and I jumped out of the bus and ran into someone. “Oh my god I'm so sorry” I said. “Sure you are” the girl yelled at me. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes. I had seen her before, I just could'nt remember where. “I really am, though” I said sounding convincing. “Whatever new girl, you just stay the fuck away from Beau and the others” she turned around and started walking. I guess she is Beau's ex. She seemed pissed. No, she was. I think she's the girl Dayna was talking about.


I found a park near the bus-stop. It was very small and quite dark. I sat down on a bench to think about everything, as I sat on the bench time went by, an old habbit of mine was sneaking up behind me. Smoking. I opened my bag to see if I still had some cigarettes, I found one in the room I kept my old razors, It was such a long time ago since I had opened that room. I lit the cigarette and started smoking. I was there for hours just thinking about my life.


I heard my phone buzzing, It was a text from my dad “I just had a chat with your therapist, he said you went home 2 hours ago where are you?”. I decided not to reply as I was literally 5 minutes away from home.

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