Therapy

Chapter 1

I had no clue that my life would change forever today.

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December 5th, 2014

I was awoken my my mothers screams. "Brinley hurry up I haven't got all day," my mother screams from downstairs.

I flutter my eyelids open and groan. Today is my first day of work.

I slowly push myself off my warm bed, walk towards my vanity, and take a seat. I look terrible.

I got 5 hours of sleep last night and it shows. There are black saggy bags underneath my eyes, my face is droopy, and not to mention I have drool on my face.

To attempt to fix my appearance I take out my hair brush and brush the knots out of my long brown hair.

After I finish that I take out some concealer, mascara, and black liquid eyeliner.

After quickly lining my eyelids, swiping on mascara, and concealing my hideousness I am ready to go... almost.

I trudge towards my closet hoping to find somthing presentable to wear. I swing open my closet and quickly try to find something.

I rummage through my closet until I come across a gray knitted sweater. This will due... I guess.

I change into the sweater, a blue pair of skinny jeans, and slip on my pair of black Doc Martens.

I quickly rush down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom is tapping her fingers on the table impatiently.

"Brinely are you serious? I've been waiting for about a half an hour! Do you understand that not only you has a schedule! I have many important calls for work and you think it's okay to sleep in this late. And another thi-

"Okay Mom. Sorry. I won't sleep in again." I say while getting an apple in the fridge, grabbing my car keys, and opening the front door.

"Bye Mom. Love you." Is the last thing I say before slamming the front door and walking to my car.

My mom is so dramatic. If I want to get ready for 30 minutes why can't I? She isn't even driving me!

After I push the thoughts of my mom out of my head, I focus on the road and drive myself where I need to go.

**

I shudder as I take in the inside of the therapy building. It is practically shouting boring with its gray walls, tile gray floors, and white ceilings. Never in my 17 years of my life have I ever encountered such a boring bland place.

I walk inside the elevator and press the up button.

I really don't want to be here. The only reason I am is because I need a job. My job here is just to sit in the waiting room and make sure everything is in order.

In my senior year of high school I've never actually had a "real" job. So this is my first one. All I have to do is sit down go home and come back everyday. It's just that easy, right?

The elevator comes I a screeching halt and the doors open to reveal another gray room. This room has black leather chairs. There is a shelf in the corner with magazines and games for people to entertain themselves. There also is a TV on the wall playing some new Disney channel show that I've never heard of.

I walk up to the front desk to check in.

"Hello, you must be Brinely." A old woman says to me. She has grey hair tied up into a bun. She has wrinkles covering her face. Her glasses are a light shade of pink on the edges and she has a fake smile plastered onto her face.

"Yes. It's very nice to meet you." I respond. I also wear a fake smile. "And you are?"

"Barbra," The old woman says. "But you can call me Barb."

"Okay thanks I'll keep that in mind." I say trying to get this conversation over with. "Now where do I sit?"

"Right there sweetie." Barbra points her wrinkly finger to a window with a seat behind it that says WAITING ROOM SUPERVISION.

"Okay thank you." I end our conversation walking over to the window and taking a seat behind it.

Now all I had to do was wait for patients to come in.

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It had been 2 hours of working and a low amount of people have come in.

So far a little boy who looked about the age of seven came in and all he did was talk to himself. He didn't even have a parent in with him. And what he was saying to himself was not in English either.

The next person who came in was a girl who was about my age. She had jet black hair with red extensions, black lipstick, and all black clothes and fishnet tights. She also had an eyebrow, nose, chin, and multiple ear piercings. And she had headphones blasting some really scary music.

The last person to come into the waiting room was a man about the age of 40. He had a full grown mustache. A green sweater and khakis. And his shoes were white New Balances. Even though he was weird enough with his horrendous outfit and creepy mustache he made himself even creepier when he started flirting with me. He said some really creepy stuff that will scar me for life. When his therapist came to take him out of the waiting room he winked at me.

Ew

My first day on the job was creepy until a new patient walked in.

The next patient is a boy. A very attractive boy if I must say. And he looks about my age if not a little older.

I couldn't help but stare at this hot stranger as he was sitting and typing away on his phone.

I just stared and stared. Even though I looked like a creep I didn't care. This kid was hot!

Soon enough the stranger looks over and I snap my head away quickly. I think my face is beat red right about now. I look back over and he is still looking at me. He's smirking almost.

I look away again and act like I got a text on my phone. But I was too late. He is now walking over to me. In this time I quickly turn off my phone and mentally prepare myself to talk to him.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" I say through the hole in the window trying my best to sound professional.

The stranger is even hotter up close. He has these emerald green eyes that sparkle in the light. His hair is a curly mess, but to tame his curls he runs his hand through his hair every so often. His lips were so pink and inviting. Oh how I would like t-

"Yeah. Can you tell me where the bathroom is?" He asks me in a deep British accent.

"U-um yeah. Just go down hall 1 and take a right and it should be there." I say remembering where Barbra told me it was and putting on the best smile I could manage without freaking out.

"Okay thanks." He responds before walking away, leaving me alone to think about only one thing.

Why is he in therapy?

**

Hi guys!!! I finished editing the first chapter and I hope you guys like it.

It took me a while to think about what I'm going to talk about in the story, but I know that once I finish writing it it will be all worth the time.

Also I just want to know if you guys enjoy the rewritten version better than the original. Please comment!!!!

Anyways have a nice day/ night ily.

- bianca