"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My arms rest tightly crossed against my chest as I stare at Matteo, who is admittedly smirking at the pout on my face, or the messiness of my hair. I vote for both.
Right as I woke up I took a pill in which was supposedly supposed to help my visions and sat down in Usoks office.
I thought I'd see my eldest brother, instead, I sit in front of Matteo.
I haven't seen him since the first time, but I straighten my back and keep calm. I'm fine.
"How are you?"
The question takes me by surprise, aren't therapists supposed to try and get stuff out of you?
Though, I don't question him. Instead, I shrug before looking away from him, in fear he'll see the lie swimming through my eyes.
Because I do know. I am not okay, and I never have been.
I see Matteo nod out of the corner of my eye.
I don't like being in here alone, but I'm sure Zara left because he wanted me to open up and talk to Matteo. Though, I'm sure the therapist will go and blab to everyone about anything I say.
Which is why I will keep my lips sealed.
Matteo hums, his notepad that he took pleasure in scribbling in has gone, no longer on the desk or in his hand. The Sharpie pen he used to click is gone as well.
For some reason, it calms me more than I thought it would.
Something so simple, so small, eases my worries. Why?
"How has online school been doing for you?"
My nose scrunches. Tiring.
I didn't realize how much easier school is when you have friends. Now it's so hard to be motivated to do school.
So so tiring.
Though, once again I shrug at Matteo. A part of me feels bad for my lack of answers, but I'm so so tired.
Speaking takes so much out of me, and I've been doing it a lot lately. I know now that my brothers won't judge me for it, others I don't know about. Including Matteo.
Although my brothers know him, and are friends with him, I'm not sure I can trust him just yet.
"How about we play a game?" Matteo asks excitedly, his posture relaxing. Any sign of therapist Matteo is gone, and is now replaced with happy and fun Matteo.
It gives me whip lash.
I blink, trying to understand how this is supposed to help.
Matteo doesn't explain, only looks to me for an answer with eyes burning in the fire of excitement.
