Chapters will be in Harry's POV unless stated otherwise.
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"I see that you're writing in your journal. Are you ready to show me what you've written so far?" William, my therapist asked. I nodded my head, giving him my journal.
It's the same old routine. I write things in my journal and my therapist reads it. I'm glad that this therapist isn't like my previous therapists. He's going slow, not forcing me into telling things to him.
"It's still the same old routine. You haven't talked to your mum or dad yet?" he asked, handing me back my journal. I shook my head in response.
"Not even a single word, except the basic yes or no?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows. I shook my head again.
"Okay. Look, Harry I know that you don't want to talk to anyone," he said. "I'm not forcing you to talk to anyone but Harry, you can't stay silent forever. You only talk when you want something which is not right." he said, gesturing his hands in the air.
"Talk to your parents or your sister. Try to make small talks, you don't have to talk about something you don't like. You can talk about the weather or anything." He said in a serious tone.
"So, you'll talk to your family today or not?" he asked, hope evident in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders, not saying anything. He ask the same question every time I see him and he gets the same answer.
"Okay," he sighs, taking a pause before continuing. "I know that it's hard for you so I'm not going to force you anymore. You are free to leave now. I'll see you on Monday." he says, giving me a smile. No matter how many times I refused to talk to him, he still handles me politely and that's the thing I like about him. He's a nice and kind person.
I give him a small nod and leave the chair, making my way towards the door, not really happy to go back home but it's better than being here.
"I know that you don't want to go home so why don't you go and sit in a park for a while, or go anywhere you'd like. Spending a little time outside will help you." My therapist said as I was about to open the door. I looked back at him and nodded. I was about to leave the room when his voice stopped me.
"Take your time, son. You may not love yourself right now but you'll love yourself eventually. It's all about you. Take your time to appreciate yourself." He said in a soft voice and with that I turn around and left the room.
Mum was already waiting for me in the parking lot. I opened the door and sat on the back seat. I know that she wanted me to sit on the passenger seat but she said nothing.
"So, how was the therapy?" She asked in an attempt to make a small talk. I shrugged and looked out of the window.
I never really paid attention to William's words but he was right when he said that I don't want to go home. I feel so lonely in my own house, I want to spend a little time outdoors but at the same time I don't want to.
I don't want to spend time outdoors because I don't want to be judged on my physical appearance. When people laugh at something, I automatically assume that they're laughing at me. I don't want to feel this way. I want to be confident enough to go out without having the fear of being judged because of my looks or my voice or anything.
We stopped at a red light, I spotted a small cafe at the other side of the road. That cafe was under construction since the past few months. It looked vintage and attractive from the outside. William's words crept into my mind and the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"I want to spend some time outside." I said, more like ordered my mum. She looked at me with a weird expression on her face before opening her mouth.
"You want to what?" She questioned even though she heard me earlier. I just looked at her and said nothing.
"I, uh, okay. We'll spend some time outside then." She said.
"I said I want to spend some time outside, not us," I said, but I instantly felt bad and added. "I'll be home soon." I said, making sure to say it in a polite tone. I got out of the car, looking both sides before crossing the road. I made my way towards the small cafe, holding my journal close to my chest.
The cafe was small and cozy, the interior gave a vintage look and the sweet fragrance of coffee made the environment even more peaceful. The cafe wasn't crowded, maybe because it opened recently.
I sat on a table at the very back as a waiter approached my table. Before I could order anything the bell rang, indicating a new customer. An "oops" was accompained with the sound of books falling on the ground. I looked at the door and saw few books lying on the floor and a brunette who was trying to pick up the books.
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It was crap, I know.
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