𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒// 𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌

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"How have you been Violet?" The blonde middle aged woman, asked as Violet shrugged at her. She hated this, she hated spending two out of seven days in the week in this goddamn office. She hated talking to a psychologist. All she wanted to do was be with her friends in a moment like this but her mom has once again decided for her.

"Good. I guess." Skylar nodded her head, and fixed her glasses looking at the broken girl in front of her.

Violet was sat on the little couch, her arms crossed on her chest and her eyes looking at the ground.

"What are you going to do for your birthday, next week?" Violet looked at her and just chuckled then back down.

"Watch 'The Walking Dead', stay in bed all day." Skylar nodded once again, taking notes about everything Violet says. Violet felt seen, she hated being seen and observed like a little animal in a cage in the zoo. Felt like Skylar's ocean blue eyes looking at her and it felt like she was looking straight into her soul.

"Are you still in touch with Kiara?" Violet nodded. Skylar gave her a smile. "How's she doing?" Violet finally put her arms to her side and she started to look like she was getting a little bit more comfortable then last time.

"She says she's good. I believe her, sounds better at least." Violet said and Skylar noticed something in her eyes, it looked like a mix of grief and jealousy. "Definitely better then me, she's getting through this with someone at least. I'm alone." Skylar shook her head and looked with sympathy towards Violet.

"You are not alone, honey. You have your mom." Violet shook her head and chuckled once again her eyes focusing on her legs. 

"Nope." She said popping the p at the end. "My mom has me." Violet mumbled and looked at her psychologist. Skylar cleared her throat and put her diary in her lap, closing it.

"Is Rafe still texting you?" Violet looked at her with narrowed eyebrows.

"How is that relevant?"

"Well you seem to think that he's the one responsible of what has happened." Violet didn't say anything, she couldn't talk about what she and her friends went through, to a stranger.

"He is responsible, and yeah, he still texts me from time to time, I don't really text back."

"And what about." Skylar started and Vi just looked at her hoping that she woudln't ask. "What about JJ?" Violet closed her eyes and laid her head on the back of the sofa.

"Nope." She said and finally opened her eyes sighing. "Still the same old." Skylar nodded and gave her a smile of reassurance which Violet was sick to her stomach about. She hated being the center of attention and hated when people pitied her. She didn't wanted pity. She wanted her friends. 

"Life sometimes does that, unfortunately removes us from somewhere or something we don't belong and belong to  and gives us something and someone much better." Violet shook her head.

"No. It wasn't life. It was my mom." Violet said and the alarm clock went off, which meant that their session was done. Finally. Violet grabbed her stuff and stood up.

"And actually." Violet said and stopped at the door turning around to look at Skyler. "When I fell for him, it didn't feel like falling at all. It was walking into a house and knowing that you're home. Felt like I belonged. See you next time, doc." Violet said and could feel the tears picking up again at her eyes. She walked to her car quickly and opened the door, jumping in the driver's seat. She could feel herself losing control, she felt trapped, like she couldn't breathe. Last time all that she ever knew was isolation and nothing ever happening, but once she got the freedom her dad gave her, once she got to live in the obx, even if it was for a short period of time she could do nothing more but to remember that time and be grateful for it, and cry herself to sleep every night with the memories of the people she was sure that she would never see again and even if her mom finally lets her to go back, it will never be the same. And it broke her heart.