The outcast:

Chapter 8:

"So Annabelle tell me about that dream you had last night." My therapist said to me.

"I dont want to talk about it."

"Okay fine, but holding it in isnt going to make you feel better. Let me help you."

It was a nice saturday morning. Instead of hanging out in a local park im sitting in my therapists office. Alex is sitting next to me holding my hand. Im happy hes here or else I would have walked out as soon as she asked that question. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later but why couldnt it be later. Its still to fresh. Its hard to think about it. What do I not understand? What did he have to tell me that he couldnt? 

"Alex already told me everything. So I already know it was about your brother, I know what he told you in the dream. I know everything. So you cant tell me it's nothing and say you dont want to talk about it."

I look over at Alex, who is looking down at his feet. I can tell he is worried about me. I know I should take it easy on him. I know he is trying to help me. He hates seeing me like this.

"Fine, My brother came to me in a dream last night saying that what I thought happend didnt really happen and that I dont understand what is happening. What is he talking about his death? What really happened to my brother?" I could feel Alex tense up beside me when I asked that question. I look at him and he looks away not meeting my gaze. I get up and walk out of the room. They are hiding something from me I know it. 

"Babe?! Dont leave, just come back in here."

"Not until you tell me what happend the night my brother died."

"Babe, you know exactly what happend."

"Then why did you look at me and tense up when i asked what really happen to my brother."

" I dont know,I wasnt thinking."

"You know I can tell when your lying. What are you hiding from me?"

"I am not hiding anything I swear." 

"Fine."