As I Sit Here

First appointment

I rolled my eyes, as my mom tried to convince me to open up. "Honestly, mom! I don't need a counselor..." I muttered. She wouldn't buy it. "Honey... Dakota was your only friend an-" I gave her the most pissed look ever. "WELL EXCUSE ME FOR NOT BEING POPULAR! SORRY FOR BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT!" I yelled. "Honey... You're not a dis-" "Yes I am!!" I cried. She put her hand on mine. "Sweetie, Violet.. I love you for the way you are!! You would never be a disappointment to me! Well.. Unless of course you didn't go to college!" She teased. I was not amused.

We pulled up to the old gray house, and Marty was sitting on the porch, rocking back in forth in the chair, drinking tea. He waved as our car pulled up in the drive way. "Now... Be good! Trust me, if you open up to him, he can help you." She smiled. I rolled my eyes, and got out of the car. "Hello, miss Violet!!" Marty cheered. I felt my insides cry as my mother pulled the car out of the drive way, and drive off. This was going to be a very long day.

"Come in! I will make you some lemonade! How does that sound?" He asked. I simply just nodded, and looked at my feet. "Now... If I'm gonna help you, you have to talk to me. You can't just nod." He said. Oh god... "Yes... T-that sounds g-good.." I stammered. He smiled, and went into the kitchen. "So! What do you like to do, Vi?" He yelled from the other room. "I'm gonna call you Vi. Nicknames build trust!" He stated. "I... Like t-to...." What do I do? I never get out much.. "Well.. I like to.. Cut things, and stuff.." I muttered, before I could think of anything else to say. Silence... No reply.

He walked into the room with a sympathetic look on his face. "Roll up your sleeves.." He sighed. What?! Why does he want to see my wri- Oh... He is a counselor... Damn.. Hesitantly, I rolled up my sleeve. He grabbed my arm, and examined the scars. "Please.. Don't t-tell my mom.." I whispered. He looked me in the eyes. "Vi, how about that lemonade?" He changed the subject. I'm glad he did, too. Another minute in that situation, and I would of died of embarrassment.

"So... How is school?" He asked. "Oh.. W-well.. I haven't really been t-to school for t-the past few d-days...." I stuttered. He raised an eyebrow,"And why would that be?" He questioned. Do I tell him? "Well... My friend D-d... Dakota... S-she and I got into a f-f-fight, and now she is f-friends with... M-my w-worst enemy...." I had to try really hard to hold back the tears. Soon, all the memories came flooding back to me. The razors, the yelling, the tears, the kiss... Oh god, the kiss.. I never meant for any of this to happen.. I am stupid!!

"Tell me about Dakota", He said. "What?" I asked. Why would he want to know about her? "Well.. She is.. nice?" His facial expression remained emotionless. "Oh.. Vi! Nice? Really? C'mon! What's she like?" He said eagerly. I sighed, knowing he would figure out one way or another... "Well..She cuts too, and she dresses like me and.. She is really pretty! She has the prettiest blonde curls, and blue eyes and-" "I'm sure Hitler would love her!" He said. "Ummm What?" I said, really confused. "Not her physical appearance, her personality!" He beamed. Hmm... What was Dakota's personality really like?

"Um.. She was funny.. Yeah.. And, confident.." I told him. "Ahh.. Funny ones are the best." He sighed. "I can see why you kissed her!" He exclaimed. "WHAT?! H-how do y-you know about t-t-that?" I asked. He just chuckled. "Please! Your mother was in the house too! She saw you two fighting like chickens!" I could feel my cheeks getting redder by the second. "Oh it's nothing to be ashamed of!" He laughed again. "But... I showed Dakota my scars! Which means..." My voice trailed off. "Yes... Your mother knows.."He nodded. But, why didn't she do anything about it yet?

"That was days ago! She could have done something!" I cried. "She.. She obviously doesn't care.." I sniffled, using my sleeve to wipe the tears off of my cheeks. "Oh! Don't say that! I ordered her not to do anything! It was torture to your mother, watching you suffer. She wanted to help you, but I thought it would be best if you believed she was still clueless..." He said, sounding proud of himself. "Y-You are cruel!" I cried. I turned and walked out the door. I have to get out of here.. Think.. Lake, road, woods, house-, Wait, woods!

"Violet! Come back!" I heard Marty yell from the porch. I ran down the steps, and across the yard. For an 80 year old man, he was fast. I ran as fast as I could. A few times, I fell down, and scraped my knee, but the pain was nothing compared to what my mom went through. How could he make her just ignore me!? I almost went back to yell at him again, but I had to keep going. I can't let them find me. I have to get out of this town. I have to run away. Now.

 Hey!! So yeah cliff hanger! Anyway, the next chapter may be up either later tonight/morning. Since it's a weekend, I'll be up very late, as usual. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote and recommend it to other people! I really hope more people will read it! So message me for social media accounts, and please add this story to your library if you want to know when I update. I do update every day, unless I am busy that day, but since I'm lonely, I'm usually always free.. But, Adios!!