Take Me

Chapter Nine

A.N. It gets happier here. Also, new character - this one is very spicy. I introduce you to Darby Darling, played by the all time God that is Patrick Schwarzenegger. Tell me what you think! Vote nd shit. Xoxo, Clay.       

"When someone else's happiness is your happiness, that is love." 

- Lana Del Rey       

♔ Chapter Nine ♔

"Are you sure you want to go in today? I can call, I can tell them you aren't feeling well," my mum offered, not wanting me to go to school Monday morning. I know that was every kid's dream, but staying at home would be the alternative to not going to school, and staying in our cramped little house by myself didn't seem all too inviting to me. Not that being at school would be any less lonely. Even surrounded by people, no one hardly spoke to me, and with Hebe pissed at me, that would be even worse. But I had to go in. I had to see Isaac, I mean, he was expecting me. I didn't want to leave him waiting.

"Mum," I said simply, "Please."

"But if it's happening again, maybe you should see Dr. Darling again, yeah?"

"No," I objected immediately. "It's not happening again. I was just worn out, okay? I'm fine. Thank you, really, but I'm fine."

"Worn out, for the whole of the weekend? What did you do on Friday that wore you out so much?"

She furrowed her eyebrows at me, scowling, questioning, because she knew I wasn't telling the whole truth, but she also knew that she wouldn't just magically get me to spill my guts to her. She should have also known that going to see Dr. Darling, my last therapist, wasn't exactly the dandy approach either.

"History was really hard, it just drilled me," I said, shrugging her off. I was already dressed in the school uniform, showered, bag over my shoulder, and ready to leave, so why was she hovering by the door and only making me later and later for class?

"It drilled you, did it? Well, I'll be having words with your teacher. Mrs. Doorsdale, is it?" She was looking for someone, anyone, to blame, because she knew something had happened to her son. I'd went from being perfectly content with my life one morning to coming home a monstrous wreck, and all because of Isaac.

He was just a bundle of confusing feelings for me, and I didn't know how to stop or control the nerves he gave me with everything that he did. When he was with me, I felt happier than I'd ever been, but once he'd left me, I felt used and discarded, disgusted. When he left me, I felt broken and alone and ugly, like he'd ripped out all of my insecurities and hung them to dry, for all of the world to see.

And was it even worth it, to feel good when I was with him, even though without him was almost like I didn't even exist at all? I'd become this moping mess, lying under the covers in the dark, unable to comprehend anything. I was a tragic little thing, but I needed him. I hardly even knew him, but I knew him well enough to know that I just needed him.

"Don't phone the school, Mum, please, I really am okay." I felt her hand touch at my shoulder encouragingly, and she smiled. Not a happy smile, more like a sad smile, almost like she knew I was lying, and she was pitying me. I hated pity.

"Well, at least schedule one session with Dr. Darling, just to make sure everything's still okay," she said, only reassuring herself. She'd somehow convinced herself that Dr. Darling could make everything okay again, before what happened the first time, but Dr. Darling didn't help at all, and going back to her office would only be a reminder of what put me in her office in the first place. It would only make things worse.

"I don't want to," I objected, yet again.

She was tapping her heel gently against the tile of the foyer, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the wall, blocking me from leaving. "Tough stuff, Tomasz. I'll get you an appointment for sometime this week. Something's going on, and I wont be having a repeat of last time. I worry about you, son, you know I love you, it's for your own good."