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Tinker-bell looked at the ticking clock each movement of the seconds hand felt like hours. Fidgeting with her position on the fimialr cream colored couch, pressing her lips together before looking at the women sitting across her. Her court-ordered therapist. "Why so fidgety?"
"Because I know what you are wanting to ask,"
The women smirked, that was one thing Tink could always do; read people. Study people's movements and actions so she could know someone's emotions based on their body language. And after the few years they spent together she knew exactly what question she was about to ask. "How are you feeling about school coming up?"
"And there it is," She remarked, "Uh, I don't know. It's different."
Her brows frowned, "How so?"
The teens shoulders shrugged slowly as she leaded forward with her elbows on her knees while her arms dangled between them. "I don't know, it's not the normal anxiety bugs. What am I wearing? Which teachers am I getting? Will they like me? Will I have an anxiety attack in the bathroom room or the locker room? My money's on second period."
The therapist gave her a look which told her she was rambling again.
"But that's besides the point. It's like I know my friends are leaving and I'll be alone but I think it's not gunna hit till I have to drive by there house and not pick them up."
"This being your fear of abandonment?"
She shrugged her shoulders again, "Maybe.. maybe it's just my thoughts of eating lunch alone. Than again I did find a new true crime podcast."
"Is that the one you were going on about while you were going through your depressive episode back in July?"
"No that was And That's Why We Drink this one is Two Girl's One Ghosts. It's different but good."
"How are you dealing with the aftermath, I remember having to meet at the hospital and just want to make sure you still were okay."
Tink took a breath as she remembered the pain she was and slightly nodded her head while rubbing her palms against the top of knees. "Ahh, yes, my kidneys remember. Somehow kidneys infections also feel worse then you remember. But I'm fine slowly cleaning my room. I finally got all my laundry done. Even cleaned and changed my bedding." She said smiling actually proud of her small achievement.
