Alone Together M.C

"I don't need a hero. I just need someone who's feeling the exact same pain that I am."

***Certain chapters may be triggering, there will be a warning on those***

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2. Chapter One

My mother's black SUV drove off into the foggy distance, leaving me in the parking lot of Dr. Norman's office. An exasperated sigh escaped my chapped lips as I sauntered to the glass door, halfheartedly yanking it open, causing a slight pain in my shoulder. I shook it off and walked to the front desk.

The women sat behind the desk was blonde and short, the counter reaching all the way up to her sternum, whereas it only reached about an inch below my belly button.

Before I had a chance to open my mouth she was spitting words out at me.

"Jaclyn, 2:30?" She asked, looking up to meet my gaze, her brown eyes staring intently into mine. I cleared my throat slightly.

"Umm, yes." I replied quietly.

The woman nodded her head slightly, chewing on her lip and marking something off on a clipboard. She instructed me to take a seat until it was my turn to see Dr. Norman.

For the first time I noticed a boy with lavender hair sitting in the waiting area. He seemed nervous, chewing on his lip until it bled, tapping his fingers on his thighs, unable to keep his knees from shaking. The boy glanced over at me as I sat down beside him, giving me a small nod.

The woman at the front desk walked to a room at the end of the hallway. As soon as she closed the door behind her the boy turned to face me.

"First time?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. How'd you kn-"

"Listen to me, it only gets worse. Leave this place while you can." He instructed, looking me directly in the eye with his bright green irises.

"What?"

He shook his head, biting his lip once again. If he didn't seem so insane, I might've found it kind of hot in a different situation.

"Do you want to go somewhere with me?" He asked hastily, glancing over at the door to see if the women had came back out yet.

"Of course not, you're crazy!" I spat. He grabbed my wrist, which I jerked away almost immediately.

"Who's you Doctor?"

I didn't know why he was asking me these questions, or what the hell his problem was. Yet, I couldn't help but answer his question. It was something about those eyes, how sad and tired they were.

"Norman."

He groaned, shaking his head.

"Ugh, he's the worst."

"You've had him before?" I questioned, wondering how he knew that and why he no longer saw the psychiatrist.

"I've had them all," he said and looked at the door once again, "Now come on, we have to go."

He yanked me up from my seat and dragged me out of the building by my wrist. Once we were outside he let go of me and began running, ushering me to do so as well.

We ran until our lungs burned, and our legs ached. However, that turned out to be only about three minutes, which reminded me just how out of shape I really was.

I leaned over, pressing my hands on my knees while I caught my breath. When my heart no longer felt like it was on the verge of exploding I looked up at the boy.

"What now?"

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