“The thoughts of you sworm my head and I don't know how to drown them." Thats the first thing I wrote down when the therapist gave me the thought book. She kept telling me that I should give it a try and that it might actually help explaining my feelings. What she doesn't understand is that I can't explain my feelings anymore because there isn't one that I'm not feeling. "Ever, are you still there?" Ms. Catherine asked me interrupting my train of thought. "Uh ya sorry just thinking."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"I think I'm done for the day I've had enough. Thanks though." She sits up in her chair a little further showing she's not to happy about my answer.
My dad made me start coming to see her once a week after I lost my mom in a car accident. It was my sixteenth birthday party and we were on our way home from six flags. I don't really remember much. All I remember is waking up in the hospital with stitches in my face, in my side and a bunch of cuts up my arms.
I understand why my dad wants me to go to therapy, but I don't see the point. Its not that I don't like my therapist, I just don't like her knowing my business.
"Ever, this therapy is really important and I wish you would be a little more open about things."
"I'm trying to be, but session is almost over and I'm done. I'm going outside to wait for my dad."
I could see in her face that this really upset her. Her big brown eyes beamed at me as I stood up and walked to the door.
"I'll see you next week Ever."
"Bye."
My dad was already outside in the parking lot once I got outside which was surprising seeing how he's always late. If my dad could he would be late to his funeral.
"Hey dad, your early today." I said opening the door to our shitty car.
"Ya Susan needs me to get her from work so I came and got you first before I went to go get her."
"Ha surprising." I say rolling my eyes and trying not to laugh.
"Ever don't start with me today. I'm not in a good mood and I don't wanna listen to you right now."
"Dad you're never in the mood for me what's the difference."
After I said that I regretted it because that wasn't always the case. Sometimes when Susan isn't around, my dad and I actually get along. We have long talks, watch TV, and play video games, but when Susan's around he acts like I don't exist.
"Get in the back." Susan says as she approaches the car.
"Please would be nice." I mumble loud enough so she could hear.
"Just do as I say." I immediately jump up and get into the back as she says.
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