- Two Choices -

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Chapter 1 ~  "please let me go"

"Have you had any recent thoughts about killing yourself Liu?" My therapist asked as I looked up at her, my legs were crossed and I was fidgeting with my hands, either because of anxiety or the fact I hadn't taken my adhd medication for quite some time.

I was pretty much acting like I was comfortable with the questions she was asking me.

"Not exactly recently.." I stopped before biting my bottom lip looking to the side, ever since that night 2 years ago I've been trying to get my shit together clearly failing to do so.

"Good, any thoughts about your brother?"

"I don't have a brother" I shot back instantly not thinking of what I was saying.

"he died the same night as my parents.. no matter what he was just some stupid brat who honestly should've gone to a physic ward from before we even moved" I explained, feeling my blood starting to boil as soon as she I started my sentence.

She wrote some things down and nodded making the room completely silent, other than the noise from her pen against the hard table underneath her paper.

she than looked at me and smiled, "Why exactly do you say that?" She placed her hands back in her lap turning herself to look at me.

I shrugged in response

we were so close before everything happened and I guess he just completely broke me both physically and mentally, to be fair I couldn't even go to bed for a long time, scared he lurked in the shadows and would stab me again.

even though it's been two years I've only been able to live a bit "normal" for a few months meaning I still have a lot to work on.

She turned herself back and wrote more on the paper, "can you explain why you don't know?" She asked looking at me.

I sighed before opening my mouth but as I thought nothing came out, it was more of a feeling, obviously I didn't want to talk crap about him.. but I was still so mad and angry.

"I know all of this must be really hard for you mr. Woods but I can't help unless you know what you wanna work with"

Not gonna lie here, things like this really hasn't been helping. . . the only reason I have some spare money is because of people showing their support and organizations helping people like me out, without that I would most likely live on the streets.

I'm happy that I don't, but I still haven't been able to get a job or even buy stuff to possibly make me feel more home where I now lived.

My parents money was used for all the hospital bills so I didn't inherit too much from them, same with the house that the police completely shut down for anyone to make sure Jeff couldn't hide there.

Not that I would want to go back, I know I'd just have lots of flashbacks and would absolutely break down if I saw the blood that's splattered everywhere. Some of it from me and a lot from my parents.

I visit their graves often.. but every time I do I felt like breaking down remembering my brother.

My therapist looked at the clock on the wall than back at me, "I hate to say this but our session is over.. I know we didn't really have the best conversations but hopefully we'll be able to.. you know help your inner thoughts soon right?" She laughed awkwardly standing up with her notes pressed against her legs.

I stood up and gave her a fake smile walking towards the door of her office.

"I'm sure we'll eventually get to the bottom of everything" I said fakely than I walked out feeling a bit disappointed.