In the waiting room. Tapping my feet at the slight quiet music. Waiting for a woman to call my name.
"Maranda?"
I got up and followed her as she led me to this room with baby blue walls and pictures of teen quotes about life.
"So how are you Maranda?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
" now I'm gonna need you to talk to me okay?"
"fine" I said as I started to get frustrated.
"So what's going on with you?"
" my mom sent me here because I slit my wrists and starve myself. She thinks it's because I'm jealous of the other girls but actually I just am upset and don't know what else to do. My dad left when I was born. Said he wasn't ready for children."
"Alright anything else"
" I just miss the happy me"
"That is enough for today I will see you in two days. Be safe."
