// Heart Out //

// Chapter One //

"I don't need a fucking therapist." I snapped at my mom who looked at me with a blank expression plastered across her face.

"Don't swear at me, young lady. And you will go see a therapist whether you like it or not!" my mom barked.

Basically, all this chaos is because of my social anxiety. Lately, I've been spending quite a lot of time alone and my mother being the caring type suggested or rather decided that I needed therapy. Which according to me, was too extreme and a waste of time.

I looked at my mother one last time and walked out of the kitchen, and headed to my room.

I loved being in my room. The comfort of my grey walls always made me feel at ease. I grabbed my iPod which was recklessly lying on my dresser. I needed to escape, and there was no better way than to listen to Nirvana. Smells like teen spirit was on shuffle. I slowly closed my eyes as I allowed the deep and raw vocals of Kurt Cobain take me away.

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I woke up early in the morning. Put on a pair of sweatpants and a loose tank top. Nothing says I have social anxiety than sweatpants.

I walked out without waking up my mother. I headed to the medical centre which happened to be the location of my therapist's office.

As I opened the heavy glass doors, I was welcomed by bright lights. I had to squint my eyes in order to see vividly. I took a seat on the worn out leather couch and waited for my turn. Twenty minutes later, I heard the secretary call out my name.

"Crystal Black, Doctor Graham will see you now..."

Oh here we go. Kill me now. I thought to myself.