clarity ~ w.addams

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Celeste sat in the white armchair in her Therapist office, her hands folded together. She hated this place twice as much as her mothers office and that said a lot, because she really hated that office. She could bare being told off by Weems, but sitting across some stranger being forced to talk about her feelings was unbearable.

"Tell me Celeste, why do you think you're back here?" Dr Kinbott asked, writing something onto her notepad.

Celeste picked on the skin of her Fingernails, her eyes occasionally glancing over at the clock, she was not planning on making this session worth the Doctors time. "My mom forced me to."

"And why do you think she did that?"

"Because she's a control freak and thinks this is going to help me in any way. Apparently other Nevermore students swear by you, which somehow convinced her."

"Explain what you mean by control-freak, please." The therapist tells her, writing something onto the notepad again.

"She wants to know what I'm doing every second of the day and can't handle the fact I don't tell her everything anymore." Celeste shrugs, realising that she was giving the woman more information than she wanted to.

"How about your friends? Enid and-" Dr. Kinbott looks down at the files, recalling the names she had noted down in one of her sessions last year, "-Tyler. Do you tell them about what troubling you?"

"Sometimes." Celeste answered, trying to keep it as vague as possible. She wasn't going to admit to the woman that she barely talked to those people anymore. At least not about her Episodes.

"What about Xavier? Is he still your boyfriend?" Dr. Kinbott looked up at her with curiosity. Celeste frowned a little at the sound of his name, but she quickly masked it again.

"No." She merely said, her eyes involuntarily glancing over at the clock. He session was almost over.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dr Kinbott nodded giving her a sympathetic look. Celeste scrunched her brows together at the therapist's words. She was over the boy, but that didn't mean she liked talking about him- or their relationship.

"I'm not."

Dr. Kinbott looked at Celeste for a moment, before putting down her pen and closing the file on her lap. "That's the end of our session and you made it through an entire one without yelling. I think that's an improvement."

"Whatever." Celeste shrugged and got up.

"For your next session I want you to open up to at least one person in your life. It could be about anything, it doesn't have to be anything deep. It can be something simple." Dr. Kinbott assigned her, before getting up as well. "See you soon."

Celeste practically ran out of the room, relieved the session was finally over. She hated therapy and she hated her mom even more for making her go. She really didn't see the benefits of talking to a stranger about her problems, especially when Celeste refused to talk to her.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and took out her headphones, which caused her to bump into someone. Celeste instinctively held onto the persons arms to prevent them from falling, while also steadying herself.

When her eyes fell on the black uniform she immediately recognised it. Her eyes met dark brown one's, her breath hitching in her throat.