Girl In Trouble (Rush Rikes Saga Book 1)

Chapter 4

Therapy is made to make one's soul feel inspired and confident. I, however, do not see that. As I enter a white room from the very back of the orphanage, Dr. Tally was sitting on a chair, arms on the table. She held this big welcoming smile as I stood on the door frame. Her welcoming smile was as kind as it could get, I felt warm on the inside. How odd.

As I look around, this place reminds me of that room. Before I got in this orphanage, I was stuck in that room. Alone. It was white and only a table and a chair can be seen, I was the one who sat there, on that chair. They gave me  a paper and then—

"Silent Rye, are you okay?" Dr. Tally suddenly called, snapping me out of that reality.

I am slowly being devoured by my own past. Again.

I stared at the Doctor, I make sure the confusion in my face was visible as I fidget my fingers. She seems to notice my expression—even though I know my face didn't change— and pointed at the chair in front of her, signaling me to sit on it.

I obeyed and walked towards the table, sitting directly in front of her. She rested her chin on the back of her hands as it rested on the table. I tilt my head, giving her the sign that I was confused. She chuckled and opened her drawer, she took a pen and a notebook and gave it to me.

"Here, you'll need this." She said. I took the notebook and pen and huffed a breath, the notebook's cover was green, it was a spiral notebook. I fidget with the spine of the notebook as I kept my gaze on it, looking away from the doctor.

I heard her sigh. Is she disappointed?

I looked at her again, and she was smiling. How amusing. She can hide her disappointment with a small smile, if only I could do that.

She stared at me with those bright blue eyes, watching me with curiosity—probably. I visibly winced and opened the notebook. I wrote, 'WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?'

I gave her the notebook, she looked at it and replied, "We're here for your daily therapy session, dear." Daily therapy session?

She looked at me again, giving me back the notebook, "Tell me, dear. Is Silent Rye your real name?" She questioned. I shook my head. She frowned and took her own notebook. She wrote something down, as from the was she writes I can see that she note 'NOT', the rest I cannot read. I wait for her to ask me as I look around the room, unlike the previous white room, this white room had wall accessories, pictures and posters all about your mental health, quite outrageous.

She puts down her notebook and asked, "So, dear, what is your real name?" I wrote my name on the notebook, and if I'm going to say something about my handwriting, it's quite wobbly, the letters are dancing in between lines, not a handwriting you expect from a sever year-old but for me it's enough.

I gave her the notebook, she took it and them read, "Lanciette Brookes, such a nice name." She mutters. I pursed my lips together, sucking my tongue in, holding a laugh.

My name? Nice? Hah. My parents doesn't think so. They named me by my dad's ex-wife. Who would name their child by their ex-wife? It really pisses me off.

I just shrugged as she gave me back the notebook. I turned to another page and set it on my lap. "So, Lanciette, we're you originally born in Rush Rikes?" The doctor asked.

I nod my head. I've heard rumors about the city, they say it's beautiful all day, everyday. I never get to see it, the orphanage is very far from the main city, sitting on the very edge of Rush Rikes. I read dozens of books about the city, the sparkling bright lights of the city every night caught everyone's attention, it can be neon green, neon blue, neon red, and so on. Though, the downside to it is that there are only ten thousand people that live in Rush Rikes, due to its increasing pollution back in 1900, so many people left Rush Rikes, yet the books said that they've improved overtime making it one of the most eco-friendly cities in the world.

The Doctor again smiled and handed me a handkerchief, "Here," I accepted her gift and placed it on top of the notebook. She sighed, "You're quite a handful." She said.

I nod, knowing it's the truth. "Well, that will be all for today, Lanciette. Come back tomorrow, we're not done yet. Okay?" She inquired.

I tilt my head a little, giving her a sign of confusion, she sighed again and held my hand that was resting on the table. I flinch at the sudden coldness, and shivered as I never felt such closeness before. I could feel tears well up my eyes, I kept them in and refused to look at her as I wait for her response.

"Lanciette, you're here to be open and feel comfortable. And today, I knew you were a silent one, so I first started with asking your name and birthplace, so that I can keep track of your record. Tomorrow, we'll be talking about your experience her ein this orphanage. Got it?"

Here to be open and comfortable? Well, I'm certainly not comfortable when you just touched my hands without my permission! It icks me! That day, they, they, they—

"Lanciette?"

I nod my head and took my things. I looked at her with my teary eyes and left the room, leaving her dumbfounded and stunned. I don't care! I just want to go back to my room!

So I did.

When I got to my room, I instantly shut the door and jumped on my bed, crying. She touched me! I thought it was clear that I never wanted to open up!? Nor be touched by others!?

She— she touched me! I can still feel the coldness of her fingers as it lingers all throughout my body.

Let me be clear, I don't want to be touched! I don't want to open up! And just leave me be!