"Seriously, I can’t understand that weird girl," Emma’s mother said, sighing into the phone.
Who is she talking to? Emma wondered.
Whoever it was, it couldn’t be good.
"I mean, I’m not sure it has anything to do with that, but if you say so..." Lin—Emma’s mother—continued, while Emma eavesdropped from the corner.
"So, you’re sure this will help? I mean, if not, it’s just a waste of money... Oh, great, great. I’ll get back to you. Okay, bye-bye."
The call ended, and Emma darted to her room, trying to stay unseen.
"What?! No, Mom, you can’t be serious!"
Emma sat in the living room, disbelief written all over her face.
"Mom, I don’t want to, and I don’t need to!" she declared decisively.
"I’m not asking you, Emma, I’m telling you. And you will go to the psychologist, got that?" Her mother’s voice left no room for argument.
"We both know you're... well, not like everyone else. The social worker thinks it’s probably because of what happened to Alastor—" Lin paused, "to Dad. And this will help you, you know, deal with everything," she concluded.
"Although, you were always a bit strange to me," she added in a bitter whisper.
Emma sat on the floor of her room.
God, no. This can’t be happening. Damn it! This is literally the worst! Sitting and talking to some woman who’ll throw fake smiles at me and pretend to care about what’s going on in my life. And I have to talk about Dad, too? The only person who never treated me like all these fakes—these creatures who lie and only care about their perfect little social kingdom. Ugh! What am I going to do?
I’m done. That’s it. It’s over.
She grabbed her guitar and began singing to herself:
I’m bad at communicating with people,
Seriously, what is wrong with me?
They don’t understand me, I can’t see through,
Guess I don’t understand them, how can it be?
Every day I wonder why am I different?
Why can’t I understand their ways?
They look down on those who aren’t like them,
It makes me sick, it sets me ablaze.
"Emma, aren’t you sleeping yet? You’ve got school tomorrow, and don’t forget, after that, you have the session with Ms. Jones."
Damn, looks like tomorrow’s going to be one hell of a day, Emma thought as she drifted off to sleep.
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A Notebook From Hell
Mystery / ThrillerEmma's life was always boring and miserable. She at one point put up with it because she had one person who didn't hate her, moreover somone who loved her, her dear father. But everything changes after he dies in a car accident. Emma now remains a...
