The Lost Hunter ⚜ Sophomore Year [Crossover Fanfiction]

Chapter 11 ⚜ Abomination

In Singer's house, The bedroom door clicks open and Bobby hurries in to wake me. I lie buried under a mountain of covers "Time to get up"

I groan "Go away."

"You're going to be late for your appointment with the school counsellor. Remember we have a deal? Sam will drive you, get your ass out the bed"

"Remember I told you I'm fine? Dad"

Bobby reaches to pull the covers off "Lydia, please__"

I scream my hands jerking back from the blood-stained covers and There's blood everywhere. Stunned I sit up. 

My panicked father grabs my arms to find the source "What did you do? Oh God, what did you do to yourself?" Bobby searches my wrists for the tell-tale slashes, but the cuts are only on the knuckles of my right hand.

As if I'd punched something. Bobby looks into my wide, confused eyes. He follows my gaze to a shattered vanity mirror, shards hanging off it "Lydia___sweetheart__Why did you do that? Lydia?"

I shake my head. No idea why. 

Dad and I turn to look into the mirror shards, the reflection of our bewildered faces gazing back at us.

⚜ The Lost Hunter ⚜

In High-school, I sit outside a door that reads Guidance Counselor. My hands are now covered by a fashionable pair of gloves.

A cute junior sits next to me, also waiting. we share a look and he smiles but I didn't "Nice gloves"

"Thanks"

"So what's your brand of psychosis?"

"Really?"

"We're both here for something. We don't have to be ashamed of it."

"I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life. You?"

"Compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls"

I stare at him in disbelief. Before I can fashion a comeback.

The door opens, revealing Ms. Morrell "Are you ready, Lydia?" 

Without another glance at Junior, I step inside the office.

⚜ The Lost Hunter ⚜

Ms Morrell jots down notes while I scowl at her "You're not even French, are you?"

"French Canadian"

"Which means you're a Canadian who speaks French. And seeing as I'm placing my mental health in your hands, how about you tell me what, as a French teacher, qualifies you to be a Guidance Counselor?"

"I have a Masters's in Behavioral Psychology and have done over three hundred hours of fieldwork"

"Ça va bien"

"If you're really fine, what are you doing here?"

"Appeasing my dad so he doesn't take away my car keys"

"Have you talked to your friends about what happened to you?"

"Yeah, they're great. Totally supportive."

"Do you trust them?"

"Implicitly."

"Good. But still, be cautious"

"Why? Because sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most?"

"Indeed. Did you read that somewhere?"