Someone knocks on my door but I still stay asleep and I hear it open then close again and I hear footsteps in my room.

"Alice we're gonna be late." Robin says and I finally open my eyes and sit up.

I yawn then nod getting out of bed and Robin smiles. I get out an outfit from my wardrobe and Robin sits on my bed as I walk into my bathroom and change.

I get out then walk to my vanity table and apply my makeup. I start by applying black eyeliner around my eyes then I add black shadow and more eyeliner. I put on some Chapstick then move into my hair.

I straighten it then brush it and hairspray into place. Robin coughs behind me and I glare it him in the mirror making him chuckle to himself but he immediately regrets it after he coughs again.

I then put on my black combat boots and leather jacket, "Let's get this over with." I tell him and he nods as we go to the therapy group. Robin sits in the shadows of the corner and I sit next to a lady who is muttering to herself.

The therapist himself then walks in with a bright smile, "Hello I'm John and welcome to therapy!" He says it like it's a good thing. He's fake like the rest of the therapists I've had.

"Ok everybody tell us your name and why you're here." He says then motions for a person to start. Why should I tell anyone why I'm here? I'm here to get better, not be reminded of what I've done wrong! Stupid therapists thinking they know how to help you...

"And you?" He asks the final person in the circle. Me.

I stay quiet but feel Robin looking at me from in the shadows and I play with my thumbs, "I'm Alice and I'm...suicidal." I mumble the last part and everyone looks at me making me uncomfortable. They think I'm a freak.

"Thank you all for coming and I'll see you all next week!" John smiles and I get up and leave not waiting for Robin and I begin to walk on the sidewalk hugging myself. Why is it so hard to just talk? What the hell is wrong with me?!

"Hey why'd you run off?" Robin asks catching up and I look at him.

"You know why." I glare at him and he looks at me confused, "Everytime I try to get better I end up feeling worse." I say and a tear falls down my cheek.

Robin looks at me, "Ok then you won't go back, we'll try something else." He says with hope and I shake my head.

"Think of something, I've already done it. Robin that's why I was in that padded cell, they seen that I couldn't get better, you're just wasting your time waiting for me to get better." I say then run off leaving Robin behind me. Some people can't pick up the pieces once they've broken, and they remain broken forever.