Helping 13- rewriting it

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AURORA

"How are you feeling about starting Tommen, Aurora?"

"Bad"

"And why is that?"

"You know why. I want to go back to my old life. Back to Dublin."

"You know that's not possible Aurora, and you know why."

"Then why can't i at least be homeschooled? I did it for seven years. It worked. I was well above my grade level"

"Your father..and I, everyone thinks you need to reconnect with your piers. You grew up surrounded by much older people, Aurora. When was the last time you hung out with someone your age"

"I will not answer that"

"That's okay"
"Your father told me that you have friends in Tommen, is that true? Some you grew up with?"

"Uh yeah.. some people i knew before we moved"

"Well then there, you already have friends. This is a time for your fresh start Aurora. You-"
Her words were cut off by a ringing sound,my alarm.

"And therapy's over" I said as i stood up from the brown leather couch i was sitting on.

"Aurora" My therapist, Cara, stood up from her armchair, which was opposite of me.
"Okay" she let out a sigh.
"I just want you to know that there are people that support you now, everyone's here to help you heal"

"Well i was already helped, i did the three month program i was assigned to. You moved me away from my mother, cut off all of my contracts. I think i was helped"

"But that doesn't mean you've healed" Cara looked at me with empathy in her eyes, i hated when she gave me that look, i hated when anyone looked at me like that.

"Well maybe that's a talk for next time" I grabbed my bag and walked  out of the office.

I didn't want to be mean, i wasn't trying to be mean, but i hated these fucking sessions. I had already been here for two hours. I just wanted my old life back.

I mean therapy was stupid as fuck. If we didn't pay you so much money for an hour of your time you wouldn't give a shit about how i felt. That's why i didn't care for it. Cause they didn't actually care.

I hadn't walked on a runway or done a shoot for months.

You haven't healed

Fuck them all.

I had just moved back to Cork, i was promised more freedom, a chance for a normal teenager life- my father's words not mine. But i felt more controlled than ever. I wanted to go back to Dublin. I missed the shows, the photoshoots, the company, people who understood me.

At least i'll get to see them all again. The friends i grew up with.

Before my parents and I moved to Dublin we lived on a nice normal street, here in Cork.

We lived in a house next to my friends,the Biggs, Claire and Hughie and the house opposite of them was our other friend's house, Gibsie.

I grew up with them, along with our other two friends, Patrick and Lizzie. Lizzie used to be my best friend, before i moved. I actually kept in touch with her and Claire even after my career took off. They were my first and last real friends.

Lizzie and i were the complete opposite, talking about our features. She had ocean blue eyes, i had dirt brown.
She had golden blonde hair and i had dark brown, well before i dyed it blonde as well when i was around 10.

Her older sister, Caoimhe, used to babysit most of our group. That's how we all grew so close.
Unfortunately Caoimhe died, of  suicide, when we were eleven. I of course wanted to come to Cork, to attend the funeral, to be there for Lizzie, but my mother wouldn't let me. We were in the states when that happened. I continued talking to Lizzie after that, but she wasn't the same. I mean how could you be? It was tragic.