"I don't wanna go."

You complained, you didn't want to go, you weren't being dramatic. Therapy, it was so fucking annoying. You self harmed 7 months ago, and your boyfriend just found out now. How did he not notice how different you acted? You got better on your own like 4 months ago. But, matt is still making you go to therapy. You hate it because you have anxiety, and you just hate forced one-on-one conversations for a while hour. AND you are already completely better.

In Matt's eyes, you need it, just because he can still see a hint of sadness in your eyes at times. He's scared you'll go back to doing that. And after seeing the fully healed scar on your leg from when you last did it, he's scared you'll do more than just hurt yourself next time.

So here you are, driving to therapy. Matt is the driver, your in the passenger seat, nick and Chris in the back. Your genuinely about to cry because of how bad you don't want to go. Matt held your hand.

"Look, hun I know you don't want to go.. it's okay... It'll be over before you know it.."

He said gently.