Where We Began

Hayden North

Having a bandaged hand feels painful once it's cleaned. I never knew that it was going to hurt that much. I'm glad that small pieces of glass were washed out before the nurse can see them. It would raise a lot of questions.

On the other hand, Liam was there throughout it all. He was snoring on a chair across me with the most cutest shiver of his body to the cold air conditioning. I would never tell him that I was checking him out in his sleep. Liam's hair tousled on each side of his face.

Having him nearby calmed me. I can't comprehend why he would ask a girl like me out on a date. There are a trillion girls in this world that I bet would love to go on a date with him.

Though, they wouldn't understand him as I do. Maybe, they may belittle him and compare him to his brother. The way my cheeks lighted with a fiery blush burned butterflies to my smile. He asked me and no one else. I can't wait that I am already planning in my head what I would wear. Would he like my hair the way it is or my outfit?

The unsure side of me crumbled the confidence I have. In today's last-period class, I'm smiling like an idiot about the sweet gestures he might do for me. Liam could dress in the hottest outfit. I would still care more about the date than what he's wearing. He does seem like the guy to wear a dress shirt if it made people happy. I don't mind what he wears.

I'm looking forward to having more time with him. Meanwhile, my homework is going to get done today after I have a conversation with my parents. The first thing is coming clean to what I did. The second is telling them about Liam and his surprise date. He's cared for my feelings when a lot of people haven't.

Earlier, I don't know what I would do if someone didn't force me to get myself cleaned up. Seeing how badly I hurt my hand stunned me. Those things never happened in the past.

Everything I don't want to occur is happening. I'm just hoping to make it to summer in one piece and decent. With everything I am learning about myself, who knows what the world has in store for me. What I do know is that I have therapy today. It sucks that the sessions are being scheduled closer and closer to each other.

They're hoping that I start talking about all of my worries because they say so. I don't think I like their mentality of getting something to write down than helping the other person. What would be great is a way for me to control my anger when it rises.

The door to the office of therapy opens, a younger lady walks out. I take the door before it could close. The office is colder than outside. It's dark despite the sun barely hanging on to stay up. Tomorrow will be Friday. A day that I won't have to come here or see them until next week. Hooray for me, I guess.

The chairs are a dull color. Everything in here is too. It doesn't take long for them to call my name after I check in. Only five people were waiting as I walked into the secluded room with only Mr. Lewd and myself.

While Mr. Lewd takes a seat, my teeth bite at my nails that are shorter than usual. The nervousness makes me bite them. I bet Chelsey doesn't bite her nails or have a disorder like me.

"Hello, Ms. North," he says, smiling. I look up to make eye contact.

"Hi, is that creepy smile a part of the reason why you get a paycheck for every client, or is it you listening to their problems that you don't care about?" I ask out of the blue.

Mr. Lewd laughs to himself. "I rather not answer that. After all, this session is about you. How are you?" he asked with wonder on his face.

"I'm okay. I did something I am not proud of recently," I lowered my tone.

"What might that be?" Mr. Lewd straightened himself in his seat. I fumble with my hands a million times before speaking. The time feels like it is not going to move unless I confess it. My throat has an imaginary frog stuck in it, holding my guilty actions.