Petals on The Moon || Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Fem!OC

XVI

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Hello again.

There is something severely unfixable inside my brain.

I expressed concerns to my father, a psychologist, about my mental state. But he suggested to me that I see a different counselor, since he might be biased to me and it is easier to disclose certain things to a stranger rather than to your father. But, how was I supposed to explain that my father is basically a stranger? A stranger who needs to hear some of the things I have to say.

I knocked on Lisa and Felix's bedroom door and they invited me in. Lisa was sitting in bed, reading, and Felix was doing embroidery. They're a very sweet couple that seem much older than their years.

"Hey!" Lisa grinned. "Need something?"

I did not know what I was supposed to say. I stood there, looking at loose threads in the carpet or a dent in the wall from when Lisa fell last week, or the open door. I was struggling to find my place, and it was incredibly hard to breathe.

"My dad." That was how I began. Lisa and Felix very suddenly put their items down and fully paid attention to me. "There is someone he wants me to see." I grabbed the folded paper from my pocket. "I can't say this name." I handed it to Felix , who read it aloud. I don't want to write the name down.

Felix frowned and looked up. "A therapist?"

"Yes."

Lisa sighed. "I- I see." She looked upset. "I understand." She looked at the name. "I'll set you up an appointment, but... Suki, you can talk to us. You know that?"

"Yes," I said. "But I'm not sure what's going on. I need a professional."

Lisa and Felix understood that, then found it necessary for us to have a family movie night. It was a tradition for Lisa and Sebastian to watch movies in Lisa's bed with junk food, so Felix and I were now being roped into this. It was nice and inviting, but weird. I've never been allowed in my father's room. I do not even know how he decorates it. But Sebastian was laying with his mom like he was a little boy again, and Felix was ranting something fearsome about the inconsistencies in the plot of Harry Potter. I sat by the foot of the bed, on the floor, out of everyone's way and off the bed. Perhaps I can work myself up to the comfort level of being in the bed with them one day.

This morning, I had my very first therapy appointment. It is a small building tucked behind a lot of other shops, and I don't think anyone noticed me and Lisa going in, which is good. I don't want people to gossip about me. We waited in the front office until the therapist came out. I dismissed Lisa and suggested she run some errands for the next hour, and that I could even walk myself home because I now knew where the building was. She agreed to this and decided to do some shopping.

"Alright." I was led into a small room with a green chair and a big grey couch. "Suki Kotomari?"

"Yes." I looked at the therapist. "I can't pronounce your name."

"You can call me whatever feels comfortable."

There was nothing very comfortable about my therapist, so I call him my therapist. Similar to how I call my dad "my dad" instead of "Dad". Sebastian always says "Mom." I think there is something endearing about the removal of My.