Heterophemize
(v.) to say something different from what you mean to say
——— Annabeth's PoV / 2nd November, 2023
"Annabeth, honey, I need you to talk to me." I nod, to show her that I'm listening.
Helen convinced my Dad to force me into therapy. Like I need that.
"Hi" I tell her, and she smiles as she writes something down. Okay, but what could she possibly be writing down! "Said Hi in a low voice equals Is a depressed pig."
"What are you writing down?" I am a curious person, okay. I hate to not know.
"Probably not what you thought I am."
"Meaning?"
"I didn't write anything down, I just wanted to see how you would react."
"Are you even allowed to do that?"
"Well I just did." she cracked a smile leaning back in her chair, I can't yet decide if I love or hate her.
"So..."
"So?"
"What am I supposed to do now?" I did some research on how the first therapy session should go, but my mind is blank, I feel like a helpless puppy. I never feel like a helpless puppy.
"I have some questions for starters." I nod, yeah, questions are easy. She pulls out a paper as she starts asking.
"What brought you to therapy?"
"Well... I was forced here." I laugh, not because I think it's funny, but because I don't want to make this awkward.
"By who?"
"My stepmother...or rather, she convinced my father to force me. She knew I wouldn't do it if she asked me."
"Why's that?"
Because I felt like betraying my mother whenever Helen and I were laughing, whenever she taught me something, whenever we had the smallest moment, I remembered that I could have had this with my real mother.
And especially if it's something like therapy.
"I don't know." Why am I lying? Like seriously Annabeth.
"You sure about that?"
"I guess." she nods, clearly not believing me, she doesn't push tho.
"Next question?" I ask, trying to move on from the current conversation.
"What do you feel is wrong in your life?" She asked like it's the most normal thing to say, I laughed at that.
"Dam. That escalated fast." She keeps a straight face.
"Well, people usually have a mother."
"You have a stepmother." She points out like that means anything.
"Well lawfully yes, she is the wife of my father, the mother of my brothers, but still far from being mine mother."
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