We arrive at this swimming pool- not what I expected. I realise how I'm going to have to go inside there and start panicking again, but mom distracts me by talking. "So I'll pick you up at 6, ok? If anything happens, call me. You'll be fine, I promise. See you later, Josh." Mum looks at me in the back seat, and I feel tears welling in my eyes, like im back at the first day of school or something. Suddenly I realise how stupid I look, seriously, crying about going To some sad support group? You kidding me?

Just before the first tear dropped, i quickly sniff hard and stay unblinking, though my heart is beating faster and faster. "Okay. Love you mom." I say quickly, leaning forward to give her a hug before I leave. I shoot out the car so I don't give my mind time to panic further, and shakily take steps forward, towards the leisure centre.

Under my breath I mutter that it's okay, no ones even out here, no one hates you, you're not even In there, you idiot.

I doesn't take me long to reach the doors, and I take a shaky breath, bite my lip, and push them open.

I breathe quickly, and I see a sign for support group, and stumble over. Immediately I push it open, because I know that if i wait I wont go in. In the middle of a bit brown hall there is a circle of blue chairs and about ten people quietly talking. I quickly speed over, my trainers squeaking. They don't even seem to notice me, still talking, until I get close and someone pulls out a chair for me. "Hi there," a young woman with blonde wavy hair and bright blue eyes lined with black make up smiles at me. She is wearing a black jumper and blue jeans with black sneakers; she looks beautiful.

"Wanna sit?" She smiles again, patting the seat she pulled out. Slowly I sit down, teeth gritted to stop me shaking so much. "Thanks," I manage to stutter, and she carries on talking to the support group. One person is talking, his head lowered and his eyes wet, as if about to cry. I don't listen to what he's saying, I just look around. On the left is the nice woman, to the right of me is a boy, who looks about 20. He's wearing a sleeveless top, so i can clearly see scars up one arm, but not like self harm scars, like operation scars. He has dirty blonde hair and keeps running his hands down his arms, biting his lip.

After that is a few similarly nervous, and a girl completely bald, a boy with nothing I can see wrong but sadness, and another boy with a blue hoodie, who keeps anxiously pulling down his sleeves.

Under his hood I can just about see a face and I realise he's staring at me, eyes wide.

Something clicks in my mind, and I realise I've seen this person before. I recognise his beautiful brown eyes and slender, pale face.
It was my neighbour.

He put his hood down, revealing his head. His fluffy brown hair stood up like a duckling's, and his eyes were dark and tired, yet beautiful.

He tried attempting a smile, and my heart melted- he had such a beautiful smile. It was sad but happy, and his eyes squinted, making him look happier that he probably was.

I smiled back, fiddling with my cap and my earring. "So, wanna introduce yourself? I'm Jenna, by the way." She smiles reassuringly and looked at me.

My breathing esculated immediately and I felt the sick feeling In my stomach. "M-my name's uhh, Josh and I-" before I could finish everyone unenthusiasticly bleated "Hello Josh." I nervously carried on. "And I have um, anxiety and uh..." everyone said "We're here for you, Josh." Sadly i couldn't manage to pick out my neighbour's voice. "Okay, because Josh is new we're gonna go round the circle and introduce ourselves." Said Jenna. She seemed the same age as us, just not with any problems.

The sleeveless guy with the scars starts to talk. "My names Harry, and I had muscle problem so had to have an operation, and my brother contracted it at birth but died. Last year, actually." He rubbed his arms again. "I wear sleeveless tops so no one forgets my brother." He sniffed hard, and the next girl began. "I have um uh um schizophrenia. Oh, and my name's Susan." She smiled widely, and carried on biting her nails and ripping them off.

A few carried on, but I got scared. I wasn't crazy, I hadnt got cancer or suffered extreme death or anything. I felt ashamed to be there, as if he was overreacting and being a baby. My stomach fluttered angrily and my heart beat furiously. All I wanted to do was run out of this crazy place, but something was keeping me. I wanted to hear my neighbour.