Eccedentesiast

Therapy

I was on the way home from my first day of school. Aimon is driving me again. I don't like when he drives me places. He never talks to me. I guess he just wants to focus on the road.

*PING*

I look down at my phone and see that Cordelia texted me.

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.

I texted back:
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.

"Who are you texting?" Aimon asks.

"Just someone from school." I say.

The rest of the drive home was the same as it always is with him. Quiet. When I got home I went inside and saw my mom and dad sitting on the couch. They looked like they were... waiting for me?

"Hiraeth! Welcome home! Come sit down!" Reyna says.

I sat down on the couch in between my parents. My mom looked happy but my dad looked kinda angry. I was nervous. Why was he mad? He's never mad.

"So look Hiraeth. Your father and I think you need to start going to a therapist. It's for the best." She explains.

"What?! I'm not going to therapy! Why would I need to?" I ask.

"You've seemed kinda depressed lately. We want to help you. We've realized that you have been having a hard time lately. I think it will be good for you." She says.

"Fine!" And with that, I stormed to my room.

When I got to my room, I locked my door and walked over to my desk. I threw my school bag down on the floor and sat in my chair. I lay my head on my desk and start crying. I'm crying for many reasons.

Reason 1: I have to go to therapy.
Reason 2: I feel like my parents don't trust me.
Reason 3: my parents know that I'm depressed.
And last but not least; Reason 4: I hate myself.

I know what your probably thinking. Stop being so dramatic. You have a new friend at school. Also, therapy isn't that bad, and don't say you hate yourself.

But you don't understand. This is the worst thing that could be happening right now. I'm already trying to deal with school and trying to make friends. And now I have to go to therapy?! And I hate myself because I just feel like I'm an awful person who needs to learn how to control her emotions.

After a while I calmed down. I wiped away the tears that were still on my face. I opened my desk drawer and took out my special bag. I opened the bag and took out a blade. I pulled up my sleeve and put the blade to my arm. But before I could cut, I got a text. Of course someone is gonna text me right now. I put the blade back into my special bag. I look at the text. It's from Cordelia again.

𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑a𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝟽:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢! 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.

I just text back:
𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.

Not gonna lie, Cordelia is nice for inviting to the party and being my friend, but she has to much energy. She's always so hyper.