Ruling over me

Chapter one, Fixing whats broken

   "Ivy, are you even listening to me? You have been coming here for the past 2 years, and there have been no changes in your reflection of others. You need to pay attention and talk to me. It's what I'm here for. I'm here for you." Dr. Carter said with a sigh, "Now, can you please talk to me about the accident."
   I hate therapy. I feel so much worse when I leave. I have to show it's "good manners for everyone to show their issues of the accident and to get on with grief", like hell I'm going to do that.
    "Can we not?" I ask, looking out the window curled into myself on the couch with my nees to my chest and my arms around my ankles. "And stop calling it an accident. It's not. It's a murder that people have hidden."
    "Now Ivy, I wouldn't say it's a 'murder'  why do you think it's a murder, hm?" she is probing hard today, and I can't, I won't fall into it.
   "How's your husband? Is my daddy's money doing well for him?" I exclaim.
   "We will not talk about my personal life. This is for you to talk about your life and the accident. Now Ivy, you will either have to start talking to me or be in a facility where they can take care of you. You have plummeted. You've lost 13 pounds in 3 weeks. You're gaining newer scars than you are healing them, honey, you need help. And if you won't talk to me, I'll have to send you to the ATF. (Aceel Trama Facility)"
   "For the last fucking time, it's not an accident, Its a fucking murder. And I'm not hungry, and the cuts are from my cat." I bit out in anger. Why can't she just leave it alone? I'm broken, okay? I get it. I don't need a person to pry into my damn life every week. I'm not going to change. she just needs to get over herself.
    "You're tone, Mrs. Emerson." She scolded. "Maybe I wouldn't need to call it an accident if you told me about it, hm? and the weight, no. You haven't been eating, I can tell, I can see your ribs when we do a weight check, and it's not okay. you need to talk to me, we can figure it out. Along with the 'cuts', no cat can cut quite that deep into someone's wrist and thighs. So don't even think about pulling one over on m-"
   "Shut up! Please just shut up! I can't talk about it, okay? I fucking can't so stop!" I screamed at her. "She Fucking killed herself for that man who pays you to fix me, and I found her, HE made her kill herself! He murdered my mother, and now he wants it hidden." I sobbed, unable to stop myself from shaking. I got up, tripping over my feet, and left.
   "We still have 13 minutes ivy!" Dr. Carter called after me, but I didn't care. That's the most iv talked about the murder, and I'm never showing back there again. Take me to Aceel for all I care. I'll be away from him.