𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Sitting down on the black leather chair I'm pretty sure has been here since I had my first session back when I was only seventeen I look at the man directly in front of me. The man who has been my psychiatrist for five years. He has a small build, I remember that was the first thing I noticed when I saw him because his overly big chair practically swallowed him, black and white hair, a beard, and dark brown eyes. He looks friendly, or at least as friendly as a psychiatrist can look. And even though I would say he is a good professional I have always hated coming to see him.
Not because of him specifically, or because I don't like to talk about my feelings and mental health. I have learned to do that, but because I absolutely despise how in three questions he magically seems to know exactly what I need. It feels impossible, he doesn't know me, he doesn't see who I am or how I act on my day-to-day. He simply knows what I'm willing to tell him in an hour-long session.
"Gianna." He says in his usual rather monotonous tone.
"Yes?" I shake my head slightly, snapping back into reality.
"I asked you how you have been doing?"
The first question.
"This last week has been a bit better." My answer is as vague as it can be but I always find it difficult to open up at first.
"I'm glad but you know that's not enough of an answer to me, you asked to see me this time, why?" He taps the gold-colored pen with his name engraved against his characteristic black notebook. He probably buys them in bulk, I have never seen him without one.
"I have been feeling really anxious lately, since our last session things have changed, I have a lot over my shoulders, photoshoots, ads...," Adjusting myself over my chair I start to play with the ring on my index finger before speaking. "I saw my father a few weeks ago too, we talked, and it went well. I'm trying to give him a chance like you suggested. And there's a new person on my team, Eaton is no longer my bodyguard, it took me a while to get used to that."
"I see, happy to hear that it's going better with your father." He nods smiling just so slightly. "Tell me about this new person on your team, you have never been a fan of change, think that has to anything to do with your anxiety?"
"Most likely, it was my mother's idea, I didn't really have a choice on it and yeah well not being able to choose didn't help much with my mental state. I paid all that anger and frustration I felt towards my mother with him for a long time which made everything worse but now it's going better..."
"Better, how so?"
"Miles, that's his name, he is pretty relentless, he wouldn't resign, no matter how hard I tried to make him run, so with time we just fell into this weird truce, I guess, it was either that or going completely crazy..."
"He drove you crazy?"
"That would be an understatement," I laugh softly, letting go of my ring. "If you knew him you would understand."
