Traveling Through Darkness

Chapter 8.

     Not to my surprise but annoyingly enough I didn't sleep that night. "Abella let's go, it's time." I groan in defeat.

"[Insert curse word of your choice]" I whisper yell. Ok, let's go yay therapist appointment! I walk down the stairs moving slowly. Each step is as heavy as the next like my feet are stuck in maple syrup. "Amund Jones." I scoffed to myself. "What a stupid name...."

"Well, here we are." My mom opens her door and steps out. Doing the same I rub my eyes and follow her inside.

When we get inside there's a tall brunette girl who can't be older than 20 standing there waiting for us. "Abella?" She looks at me for reassurance. I nod and give her my best smile. "That's me."

"Great! I've already talked to your mom about everything." She nodded at my mom and smiled.

"Ok, hun love you." She smiled at me and left the room. Making it just me and Amund. She clapped her hands together once and smiled. "Shall we." I nodded and followed her to a smaller section of her office. "Have a seat." I did so and sat on her couch, putting my hands in my hoodie pockets and wrapping my arms around my waist. "You look tired, get much sleep?"

"No, I didn't sleep." I held in a yawn.

"Hm." She nodded and wrote something down in a notebook. "Here I'm gonna ask you some questions and I just need your honest answer, Ok?"

"Ok."

"Loss of appetite?"

I nodded, thinking about how I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours and hadn't wanted to eat.

She writes something down. She asked me a question then wrote something down. This went on for about 15 minutes until she sighed and said, "You've scored quite high on this depression test."

"Meaning...I passed?" Some delirium might've hit me or I swear I'm just losing my mind when she nodded at me and told me, "You have depression."

I stood up quickly and the room got dizzy. "No!" I look around the room for...an exit? "You're lying."

"No, sadly I'm not." She spoke softly as if she were talking to a five-year-old who didn't wanna take a nap. "Come on, sit back down, Abella."

I shook my head. "No please no I just wanna go home." I looked at her.

"Hey, it's ok, Abella."

My breathing quickened and my body decided for me that I needed to sit down. I gripped the couch.

"Beathe, Abella." She told me soothingly.

I took in deep breaths of air and laid back on the couch.

A few minutes passed and my breathing had slowed. "Are you okay Abella?"

No, obviously not. I literally just had a panic attack in front of you and you're gonna ask "If I'm okay?" bruh. I nodded then itched my tear-stained face. "Did you not take your medicine today?"

Oh, yea that. "I must've forgotten."

She nodded and smiled at me. She grabs her bag next to her and pulls out a bottle of medicine. "Your mom gave this to me, she figured that you would forget."

She handed me the bottle of Citalopram. I popped one and was about to grab another when I remembered who was in the room. "Do you want this back or...?" I asked her awkwardly.

"Just set it beside you hun." She smiled sweetly once I had done so and continued. "Now about your depression, I think it's stemming from your anxiety."

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