Terrible Things // Hemmings

☹ two ☹

//Rhea Carter//

Should I tell him? I didn't exactly know why I felt comfortable with him when I met him barely 30 minutes ago.

"Would you mind if I use the restroom first?" I whispered, feeling that familiar attack again. Luke nodded and I ran to the restroom, locking it right away.

A panic attack.

That's what's coming, I tried to calm myself down, I even tried breathing in my own counting but I felt my eyes water, my breathing was uneven. I heard a knock on the door.

"Just wait" I tried to sound okay but I couldn't.

"Rhea?! Are you okay there?!" Luke's faint voice was heard, I think he knew I had a panic attack. I unlocked the door, having no choice but to let him help me. He tied my hair with the ponytail on my arm so my hair wouldn't be all over my face with my sweat.

"I need you to do what I'll say okay?" He said, trying to sound calm.

"Breathe in" I did what he said and he continued saying 'breathe in, breathe out' until I calmed down.

"I'm sorry" I cried. I was a complete mess, no wonder people called me an attention seeker.

"Please stop saying sorry" He whispered, hugging me. I couldn't help but blush at his little gesture. Why am I blushing? He's 20 like what he said awhile ago, I'm 15 a year old mess.

'5 years gap wouldn't hurt'

There we go again, the stupid voices, conquering my mind again. Luke told me to follow him and he lead me to the room we were in before. I hated therapies with a passion, full of shítty people trying to force people to tell their problems, but right now, I actually felt like he genuinely cared.

'That's what you said a month ago when you met Brent'

The voice spoke, it actually has a point. Brent was a devil in disguise, better be safe than sorry.

"Rhea...who're you talking to?" Luke asked, confused to why I'm mumbling go myself. His blue eyes sparkled and I must say, I'm completely mesmerized by his eyes.

"May I go to the restroom again?" I asked and he dismissed me. I walked calmly to the bathroom but what disappointed me was they took my blades away when I entered this institution. I groaned and pulled my hair, but an idea came to me.

"You're worthless" I scratched my skin, suprisingly it left evident marks.

"Thin bítch" I scratched again.

"Attention whoré" Scratch

"Ruiner" Scratch

"Fúck up" Scratch

"Never the perfect daughter" Scratch

"Okay that's enough for this hour" I mumbled to myself. I pulled my sleeves so no marks would show. Opening the door to the room, Luke was there patiently waiting. I sat down on the chair and I continued my story. I actually feel safe right now.

"It all started last year, I hated myself, people obviously had no patience with me, making me think that I'm really annoying, I-I wanted to die" I started, trying to say the words that I never told anyone.

"I tried cutting, I loved the feeling where my skin is cut open, It's a habit of mine now, I was a very open person in twitter, I tweeted what I felt, thinking that some people understand me, but instead they started throwing awful things at me, anonymously or not" I cried, not being able to control my tears.

"I told my friends about it, but you know what t-they did? They laughed, telling me how stupid I am for cutting. That's when I learned to trust nobody, because in the end, the only one who is able to change and help you, is you alone" I whispered the last part.

"I'm sorry" I sobbed, I was honestly a disappointment to my family. I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried until a pair of arms were wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry you're here to see me like this" I cried on his chest, noticing the height difference for he was about 6 feet and I was 5 feet and 4 inches

"Stop" He said, leaving me confused.

"Stop what?" I asked, did I do anything wrong? Did I annoy him too? Did I ruin this?

"Stop saying sorry, please" He whispered, rubbing my back.

"Sorry" I said, still crying. I realized what I just said and I chuckled a bit but quickly covered my mouth.

"You have a cute laugh" He complimented, being the insecure girl I am, I replied with "I do not!"

"Hemmings! Your session is over! Go escort Ms. Carter to the waiting room and you can take the day off" A woman interrupted.

"Yes, Claire" Luke replied.

"I'm sorry Rhea, let me check your schedule" He said, what does he mean with check my schedule? Why would he care about my therapy schedule?

"Okay, I didn't know you'd visit here everyday, wouldn't that be a bit pressuring?" Luke mentioned.

"I wouldn't mind spending everyday of therapy with you" I whispered to
myself, blushing a little bit.

"What's that?" He asked, smiling and acknowledging me to tell me what I just said.

"Nothing at all" I smiled. He escorted me to the waiting room where Erica was waiting. I lead Luke to where Erica was sitting to introduce to her.

"Luke, this is Erica my friend, Erica, this is Luke my therapist" I whispered, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Hey" Erica smiled, sticking her hand out and Luke shaked her hand. I frowned because there was this unidentified feeling of mine which is what I'm feeling right now.

"Hey Rhea, I need to go, I'll see you tomorrow" Luke said and I said goodbye to him.

"So how's your date with him?" Erica winked at me, I nudged her, disgusted with her choice of words because me? and Luke? on a date? I doubt that would happen.

I didn't know therapy would be okay so far.