WINEM

S2 ; EP 11

KOJIKU ELLA NEL
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DETROIT MICHIGAN
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—snotty hill'🥗.

"So, how was school?" I brought my attention up at the therapist, fiddling around with the white furs that were intact with the pillow I held. "Or did you not go?"

I shook my head, still not bothering on opening my mouth. I really saw no reason for me to start therapy knowing everything was fine, despite the small nightmares and rare ptsd I get.

But my body knows that I'm fine, sometimes I just think my mother just overreact's with everything I go through.

Especially when she told me therapy wasn't for people of colour when daddy died, I couldn't cope with his death, nor did Saint.

And she declined getting us therapy at that time. But now? When I'm older? Got kidnapped? Went missing? C'mon now.

I know she's trying to be a good mother but where was this energy before? Huh?

"I was at a friend's getting my hair done before I came, I lied to my brother that I was with you the whole day."

The therapist smiles, forming a light genuine smile back at me, "It's okay." She folds her right leg over the other, resting her clipboard and hands down. "But, let's talk about the real problems, problems you need to discuss."

"I don't want to discuss them with you though."

"Then with who?" She questions, moving her head forward just a little. "Koji, you have to trust me, I'm your therapist. I'm just trying to help you child."

I laugh, rolling my eyes shuffling my self up on the couch so I made myself comfortable. "Even if I tell you what I remember you'll go straight to the police,"

"What do you mean by that?" Her tone went confused, and I couldn't blame her because I lied about not remembering anything the day I got kidnapped. It was just crazy how the amount of detectives actually believed a popping pill ass teenager.

"I lied." I watched her tightened her grip around the clipboard, "I remembered everything, I know the names of the people who kidnapping me, brought me, and I know they live really close in Detroit."

"Are they the same involved with that kidnapping that happened at Iverson high?" My face grew wide at what she said, a kidnapping? Kemo isn't even that low to be pulling stunts like that. "You do know three teenaged girls for kidnapped today Koji? At your school."

"What the fuck do you mean?" I rose a brow, getting up on my feet before chuckling under my breath. "I don't really believe you right now, you're just playing with my mind like how them investigators were."

"No, no." She says in a calm tone, meaning she was serious. "Your brother is fine, and no one was hurt. I've heard from the media it was all a hoax and only three teens got kidnapped, all female,"

"I know how sensitive you get about the topic so I'll just cut this short. But, have you tried casting your feelings through painting Koji?" I shook my head, "I think it'll be good for you, with your condition and all."

"How the hell is painting going to express my feelings? Let's be for real, please." Tilting my head, I stared deeply at my therapist with a blank stare, trying to connect how painting was going to solve my small ptsd and trauma.