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Why do I have to get up? I thought slapping my hand around to turn the alarm clock off.  Why do I even have to get up? Oh... Right... Support group. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and onto the hardwood flooring.

Slowly I navigated my way to the bathroom to make myself look as presentable as a blind person could be. After I fixed my head, I reluctantly called my dad for help. Why do I need help? Because if I chose my own clothing, I would end up in the most atrocious outfit a 17 year old girl could wear.

'You called?" my dad, also known as Dr. Robert Wilson, called from outside my door. I gazed aimlessly around my room. "Yeah, clothes if you intend on me going to this group thingy." I heard the door open, signaling he had entered the room.
"So, what are we wearing today?'

After a lot of instructions, I ended up in my 'Welcome To The Black Parade' band tee, black skinny jeans, my black leather jacket, and the combat boots I got last Christmas. "Are you sure you want to wear something so dark? Wear something a little more colorful?" my dad hounded as we walked to the car.

"Do you want me to got to the support group or not?" i asked spinning on my heel. Dad just sighed under his breath."Why is she still in this phase?"

'Not a phase, Dad!"

A/N:) Heyyy guys. so I've been gone for a while. ill most likely be getting back into updates gradually.. I only really updated because I'm in the hospital and have nothing to do. Christmas is coming up so I'll have more time to write. But have a good morning/day/evening/night!