The hospital. That day Alin was there for a reason. Katrin had asked him to. He had to go. After all there was this small fear that the social workers might take him away. He didn't want that. But still it was odd to join a group therapy like that one especially since he was the youngest member of his group. That he didn;t mind, he just didn't want to feel the stares of pity on his back or the awkward silence that spread inside the room whenever the therapist decided to direct a question to him.
'Crap that nobody cares for'. Alin noticed to himself about the things discussed in the meeting while he waited for it to be over and done so he could go home. However the Goddess of luck was not by his side, it would seem. Time refused to run faster no matter how many times he checked his cell and when the meeting finally WAS done just as Alin had suspected earlier that evening upon gazing at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, it was raining cats and dogs outside.
Crossing a hand through his hair he nearly banged his head against the wall out of frustration. He hated rain. Well, yes, it was beautiful enough to watch from inside... but he had no intention to walk around in it. He checked his phone again, running through the list of his contacts only to find there was no one available to pick him up.
'Now what?' he questioned himself casting a grim stare over at the window of the clinic. An old lady that was waiting in line to see her doctor looked at him strangely. Alin didn't bother glaring back, too busy with mentally hitting his head against his imaginary wall and cursing in his mind both himself and his carelessness as well as the stupid weather that had decided to rain on the day he had his first therapy meeting...
Now how the hell would he go home?
'Crap that nobody cares for'. Alin noticed to himself about the things discussed in the meeting while he waited for it to be over and done so he could go home. However the Goddess of luck was not by his side, it would seem. Time refused to run faster no matter how many times he checked his cell and when the meeting finally WAS done just as Alin had suspected earlier that evening upon gazing at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, it was raining cats and dogs outside.
Crossing a hand through his hair he nearly banged his head against the wall out of frustration. He hated rain. Well, yes, it was beautiful enough to watch from inside... but he had no intention to walk around in it. He checked his phone again, running through the list of his contacts only to find there was no one available to pick him up.
'Now what?' he questioned himself casting a grim stare over at the window of the clinic. An old lady that was waiting in line to see her doctor looked at him strangely. Alin didn't bother glaring back, too busy with mentally hitting his head against his imaginary wall and cursing in his mind both himself and his carelessness as well as the stupid weather that had decided to rain on the day he had his first therapy meeting...
Now how the hell would he go home?
