Gtg Check-Personal Narrative
wow i don't even remember what i wrote the last time gtg check
okay here we go
Group was never fun. Maybe it could be, if Christina wasn't the one running the show. I'd considered trying a new therapist, but I reckoned it was pretty pointless, considering I never went anyway. Then again, it wasn't the sessions that I hated, right?
Andy, Ryan, and Jamia were actually pretty cool people, I found out after they came to see me the following day, and then the one after that — and almost every day I was in the hospital, really. However, they didn't stay very long when they came, so I was alone most of the time.
I overthought everything when I was alone. And God, I couldn't get Gerard off my mind, and how I missed that kiss, and wow, had it really been a week since we'd kissed? He didn't come to see me at all. It stung. …show more content…
A towel dangled from his fingers and he brought it to his head, tousling his damp locks in a dangerously sexy manner. "Hey," he said in a low voice.
I pushed past him and hopped atop the counter, which proved instantly to be a bad idea when the clenching of my abdominal muscles sent a fiery pain through my body. "You know what, I'd rather stand up," I mumble with a chuckle. Gerard grins back, wrapping the towel around his shoulders.
He asked me how my wound was healing up, and we stood in his kitchen for a long time, chatting nonchalantly until I finally blurt out, "Why didn't you come see me?"
He didn't reply for a breathtakingly long moment. "I didn't want to see you hurting," Gerard said softly. "I didn't want to make things worse, and —"
"Then I don't know how the hell you thought you weren't hurting me by leaving me alone in that shithole," I muttered, making my way past him and sitting on the sofa, careful not to hurt myself. It had been just over a week since I'd been shot, and I still had
okay here we go
Group was never fun. Maybe it could be, if Christina wasn't the one running the show. I'd considered trying a new therapist, but I reckoned it was pretty pointless, considering I never went anyway. Then again, it wasn't the sessions that I hated, right?
Andy, Ryan, and Jamia were actually pretty cool people, I found out after they came to see me the following day, and then the one after that — and almost every day I was in the hospital, really. However, they didn't stay very long when they came, so I was alone most of the time.
I overthought everything when I was alone. And God, I couldn't get Gerard off my mind, and how I missed that kiss, and wow, had it really been a week since we'd kissed? He didn't come to see me at all. It stung. …show more content…
A towel dangled from his fingers and he brought it to his head, tousling his damp locks in a dangerously sexy manner. "Hey," he said in a low voice.
I pushed past him and hopped atop the counter, which proved instantly to be a bad idea when the clenching of my abdominal muscles sent a fiery pain through my body. "You know what, I'd rather stand up," I mumble with a chuckle. Gerard grins back, wrapping the towel around his shoulders.
He asked me how my wound was healing up, and we stood in his kitchen for a long time, chatting nonchalantly until I finally blurt out, "Why didn't you come see me?"
He didn't reply for a breathtakingly long moment. "I didn't want to see you hurting," Gerard said softly. "I didn't want to make things worse, and —"
"Then I don't know how the hell you thought you weren't hurting me by leaving me alone in that shithole," I muttered, making my way past him and sitting on the sofa, careful not to hurt myself. It had been just over a week since I'd been shot, and I still had