A/N: This story is based on my life, the names have been changed, if u have any, and I mean any response plz R&R! oh yeah sorry if I happen to use your name in here, I didn’t mean to! And thanks Amanda for the help on the title!

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Prolog:

I hate Dr. Herman, he’s a quack, I mean he couldn’t help a wall. I have been coming to see him for like a couple of months now and I have hated every minute of it. Well I guess I should at least explain who I am and how I got here. I’m Morgan Lesley Thomson, I’m kind of a Nerd slash Goth at my school Lamar High. I have black hair with streaks of blue and pink, and I have brown eyes that turn black when I’m pissed. I guess you could say that I’m short, only if u count 5’5” short. I used to have a really great best friend Tessa Stone.

She was a cool person to talk and hang with but she kind of got in my way about a couple of months ago, I was going though a lot of shit and she found out some things…. things I didn’t want people to know. It was really weird you know how we be came friends, I was dragged into the library by one of my friends because they wanted me to do some research for them…well I was looking for a table to work at and Tessa was sitting alone so I asked if I could sit with her, little did I know that that was a start of a great friendship. She lived in Spain for like 7-8 years and her family moved back into the states earlier that year. After a couple of times hanging out I went to her house and meet her mom, Connie, and her sister. Well I agreed to spend the night over there and I found out that night that her family is weird as fuck! Ok you see her mom is special….Special Ed. that is…I mean her mom is one of those unnaturally cool people. And well her sister Brittany has ADHD need I say more!? We had to hold Brittany down and stuff a sock in her mouth to stop the singing.

I had just gotten to know Tessa and we were good friends from the start, so that night we were talking and she was telling me how fucked up her life was and so was I. Well somehow it came out of me that I write poems about depression and SI self injury, and she was all ‘hey I write too, can I read some of your stuff?’ so I got out my poems and she read some of them and from then on we were close and we told each other a lot of stuff. So she found out about my SI and I found out some interesting thing from her.