Broken

Chapter Three

Here I am at what my mother said was the best therapist in the country. I would have to test that theory myself, see if she is really good. My last therapist I made her cry and the others before gave up within the first weeks. They always ask the same questions. How do you feel? Have you made friends? Did you rest well? Why had you made the drastic decision to put tattoos over half your body? What does each tattoo mean? Do you still have nightmares? Do you like yourself anymore? And the questions go a mile long.

So now I was in the office of Dr. Evelyn Greene. She was supposedly the best in the business she was good at mending broken souls. So here we sat the smell of pine sol burning my nose. My mother sat in her sundress head in her phone and I just looking around the office, my phone vibrated if it wasn't my twin brother sending me a text. 'How is Seattle? I really miss you.' The text said. I couldn't stay angry with him he felt what I felt he saw my tears that I didn't shed. He knew me better than I knew me.

'I made an enemy.' I text back. In all honestly she started the war, she didn't have to go about things the way she did there are always other ways to resolve conflict. Some people's arrogance always gets them into trouble and that girl she didn't even know me. Then she started on Maria.

'So soon.' He seemed surprised. I actually believe I attract trouble.

'She could have gone about the situation better; she was just a bully that had to be put in her place.' I text him back and the office of the Dr. Greene opened. The patient exited wiping her eyes and smiling. She thanked the good doctor and departed. The looked at me and I gave her a cold stare and she nodded for me to enter. I rose from my chair and so did mother.

"You don't need to come in." She told my mother and she just sat back down.

"Love you Daniella." She mouthed me. Yea right.

I planted my butt on a single sofa it was quiet comfy that was the trick they want you to feel comfy like they are your friends and you reveal your secrets. It's not happening; I was too composed for that.

"So Daniella, how have you been doing?" She asked her slim legs crossed, asking the notorious question. How am I doing? Well I don't know.

"Just peachy, thinking about going and frolic in a field filled with daisies." I answered sarcastically.

"Have you been sleeping?" She asked a next stupid question.

"Yes infact last night I slept like a bulldozer." I looked her straight in the face.

"So I hear that you dress according to your mood. So what is your mood today?" She asked.

"Can't you tell? I'm the bruised." I pointed out to her.

"Hmmm, interesting." She wrote down. She looked me straight in the face as if to intimidate me. Well big mistake I did as she did and I wasn't going to look away the silence engulfed us like a blanket of fog. We were like two cowboys waiting to pull our guns. I smirked and she looked away. Told you can't be intimidated.

"So you don't sleep and you use sarcasm as a shield against the world." She wasn't the first to say this and I really didn't care.

"You hit the nail right on the head." I smirked. "You deserve a gold star for intelligence." I picked my nails and smirked.

"So how do you feel about Dan..." I shot out of the chair and to the door. I never spoke of it I kept it locked away and kept it guarded by the three-headed dog that guarded the gates of hell. "So that's the sore topic." It's like I felt her smirking. I opened and slammed the door. Mother jumped when she heard the door and hung up her phone, I assumed it was business. She plastered a smile but her eyes said otherwise.