𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐁𝐱𝐁+)
Oliver Mcnole's parents died when he turned eight, ever since that day he sees things that nobody else does, shadows in the dark, ghosts walking around, monsters under the bed. He got used to them...
Okay sorry if this chapter is bad I just had a sudden urge to get up and write again without really planning it out but here we go, chapter 3. Please let me know about any mistakes that you see. :)
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I've officially been sitting here in the police station for about 8 hours. I'm not gonna complain to bad because they bought me food and I still have the blanket from the car. They even let me bring my stuffed bear named berry! He's my favorite always and forever.
I think I cried for a good first hour starting inside the car. After I had calmed down they had already talked to my brother, saying that he was all clear, which I find hard to believe due to... yeah neverminded.
Anyways, after that I was sent in after him since I wasn't crying anymore. Lily was being kinda annoying while they were asking me questions and I accidently said shut up... they thought I was talking to them so then I sorta freaked. I started saying I hear voices or whatever and rambled on. Yeah that made it so much worse for me.
So now back to my present time of 8 hours sitting in this very uncomfortable chair with berry in my hands, and of course glaring at a snickering lily for getting me into this mess, I await for my new "therapist" to arrive. I honestly feel horrible still, I mean I loved my uncle he was like a second father to me. But I've learned that my life is full of death and sorrow, so I'm used to it at this point. Stupid me was just being dramatic...
"Oliver Mcnole your therapist is here to see you now." shouts this old fart at the front desk. I have the right to call her that because she's a meanie and kept glaring at me like I did something to her, which I most definitely did not!
I get up and walk to the front desk where I see a red headed women who looks to be in her thirty's. You never know though, maybe she's in her fifties but got something done. That shit confuses me a lot.
"Well hello there, you must be Oliver! Oh my aren't you just adorable, my name's Tracy and I'll be your new therapist for this next week!" she practically shouts at me. This women is crazy, I think I should be the therapist here.
"Okayyy, nice to meet you! I'm Oliver, as you said, but you can just call me Oli please!" Yeah even thought I said that stuff before, I learned to be polite, it's the best thing to do. Especially in a situation like this where she has the power to put me in a mental hospital with just a stupid pen and a couple of papers.
"Awww even your voice is cute! Well let's go this way Oli I assume that you would rather sit on a comfy couch with those blankets rather then those plastic chairs." She says with a smile while looking at the chairs.
This old fart at the desk just scoffs and mumble under her breath something about how this is a police station and this.. blah blah blah. Okay then bye old fart. I start walking away which Tracy takes that as an answer and quickly shows me the way. I told Lily to go home because I can handle this myself. Here goes my first session with my official 36th therapist. Yeah I've been counting.
