Chapter: 7- The First Appointment
Sunday, December 7, 20**
I hopped out the car before opening the door and walking into the building where I went to get therapy. Looking at the woman at the receptionist desk I waited until she nodded her head back telling me Mrs. Green was available.
Going back to where she was I lightly taped on get door.
"Come in."
Opening the door I went in to her office, sitting down on the couch opposite of her. This time she wore a lime green sweater with some tan khakis.
Reaching into the cross body bag I had attached to my hip I pulled out my journal and a red and green pen. Clicking the red pen I quickly drew a stray mark in the top corner of the pages I wrote yesterday and on Wednesday before picking up the green pen and marking a stray mark on Mondays entry.
As I did this I watched in the corner of my eye as Mrs. Green wrote down some notes as she watched me. Looking up when I was finished I sat back in my chair as she cleared her throat.
"So, it seems that you have actually gotten quite some progress in you're umm..journal so if you'd like we could get down to buisness straight away?"
Nodding my head I handed her my journal as I took out my notebook. The notebook had the dates of the diary entries and if I wanted her to read them or not, so I could confirm which ones she could and could not read.
As she opened the journal I listened to the pages as she turned them, and then went back to the beginning.
"You haven't wrote the phone numbers in here yet?"
Shaking my head no I looked at her as she looked at me.
"If you mind me asking but why didn't you put the numbers in here?"
I quickly handed her a note I'd written earlier guessing that she'd ask this question.
I don't know your number
After she read it she seemed kind of shocked and surprised like she'd forgotten something. "Oh, I knew I'd forgotten something well here handing me her buisness card I looked at it before taking out the glue on folder I'd made for the journal.
Asking for her to shortly give it to me, I stuck it on before sticking the card in there after I had pulled out my own handwritten slip of paper with my number on it that soon followed. Giving her the journal back I saw her admiring my handiwork before sitting back again.
"Ok so let's jump right into this, shall we?"
Nodding once more, I looked at my notebook as she began talking to me.
"So 12-1-20** is okay to read, but 12-3, and 12-6 aren't?"
Nodding I waited for her to go on as I slowly began to feel nervous. When was the last time I'd felt like butterflies flew circles in my stomach?
Exhaling as if to maybe calm my nerves I waited for her to finish reading the page. Looking up at me she seemed confused.
"What is the meaning of this..."she looked down, "JE?"
Motioning for her to keep reading she did and I could almost see the light bulb go off in her head. Then she slowly looked up at me slightly smiling.
"This is good, this is really good. If we could maybe get you to become more outward with your emotions like you express yourself in your writing I'm positive we could get somewhere."
Nodding my head I breathed in deeply, when I noticed I was slightly shaking. This might've been harder than I thought it was going to be.
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As the session ended Mrs. Green once again spoke to me again."So if you can keep these entries coming, I'm sure you'll be doing great in finally working these...problems out."
Once again I nodded my head, hoping to finally stop talking about this and waited for her to pull out her laptop and email my mom the "progress".
When it was time to go I walked to the door and this time when she said goodbye and thanked me I didn't nod in response.
"Bye, and you're welcome."
I was tired of nodding.
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When I got home I went straight to my room and into my bed. Id been awake since two that morning and if I didnt sleep now I feared I wouldn't catch any at all.As I grew comfortable I drew the covers closer to my body, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
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Authors Note:Okay so I know that this was an extremely short update but hey you can't really blame me can you?! In the past week I've updated like three times and that's a lot...for me...yeah I'm not making this better am I? Well anyway like always I hoped that you enjoyed update so VOTE & COMMENT
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