A Summer's Happening

Chapter 3

Ugh... Another day. I really wished this was all some fucked up dream I was having. I laid there for a few minutes, not wanting to go to the shrink; but mom and dad's making me, and I really don't have any way of getting out of it.

I get dressed, put in the wheelchair, eat, go to the car, get put in, and wait. I put earphones in and listened to whatever music was on my phone.

We finally arrived at the building, and went in. I looked around: it was a small room with no one in it. My dad went to a door that was right ahead of me; I rolled towards it and a woman stood up and smiled.

'Fuck... I won't be able to think...'

I look at my dad, who nods, and I roll in: the door shutting behind me.

'Shit.'

I look around: it was a dark, cozy room... A couch and a La-z-boy was there.

She sat in the La-z-boy and I got to sit in... My wheelchair. She started the conversation first, "Hi, I'm Belle Robertson; your parents spoke with me a few days ago..." I nodded, "Oh, y-yeah... I'm Elsa J-Jackson..." I stuttered.

'Fuck! No... I-I can't stutter, not now!'

She smiled, "How's your day going?" I shrug, "Okay... I g-guess..." She smiled again, "How long have you had that stutter?" I blush and look down, "S-Since I was l-little.... I used to get made fun of for it: but I finally got control... B-But..." I trailed off. She tilted her head, "But what?" I sighed, "I-It only gets this bad w-when I'm nervous..." She nodded, "Well, we're just here to talk; that's all... How's your leg? How are dealing with that?" I looked at my empty pant leg and a tear formed, "I-I never expected it to happen. I'm a teen... This shouldn't happen to teens. I had a future... A future that I destroyed. I blame myself... I was so stupid and according to the docs; I'm fucking lucky to even be alive..." She nodded, "What are you feeling?" I take a deep breath, "H-Hate... A-Anger, sadness.... Useless." I stopped there.

She nodded, "Why do you think you feel that way?"

'Is this all she's gonna do? Nod and ask questions?'

I looked back at my pant leg, "H-Hate? I hate m-myself for giving in to racing. Anger? B-Because I ruined my life. Sadness? B-Because I'll never play basketball again. U-Useless? I-I can't do anything...." I felt tears swell in my eyes.

'No. Don't cry... To late.'

A small tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. She smiled slightly, "It's okay to cry, Elsa." I shake my head, "We're done." I say harshly, as I turn my chair and rolled to the door.

"I'll see you again?" She asked; her voice full of hope, "Maybe." I say and turn the handle and left.

In the car my parents asked me how'd it go and I shrugged, "Okay." Mom nodded and said something, but I was to busy putting my earphones in and turning my music all the way up: blocking the sounds of the world out.

We arrived home and did the same thing: dad got the chair, put me in it and I rolled in; went to my room and my dad came and put me in bed. I asked for morphine, but apparently I was being weened off....

'Great...'

I just laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Listening to music: concentrating on nothing. I just wanted to wake up.
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A/N: hey guys! So... A lot of this chapter credit goes to aautry1414 she helped a lot with the therapy. Without her, I was completely blind. Thank you, for all your help. Couldn't have done it without you. 😘

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