Today I'm supposed to go to therapy but I'm making so many excuses not to go, mums even getting annoyed and she never gets annoyed with me.
Mum bribed me to go with lunch. I slowly walked toward the car.
.
I reluctantly stepped out of the car and made my way to the waiting room. I sat down waiting for my name to be called.
A different girl was working behind the desk today. She looked about my age, she was absolutely stunning, she looks a little bit like Dr Smith.
"Robyn" Doctor smith calls my name startling me. I quickly stand up and follow her to her office.
"How was your week?" She asks once I sit down.
'Good and bad'
"That's great what was the good?" She asks with a massive grin on her face.
'I went to the park with my ah friends and I laughed....' I write down shaking.
"That's great Robyn how have you been since?"
'Not good....' I weakly smile at her.
"Why?" She begins to jot things down.
'Because I'm in a low and I betrayed the only person who cared about me.'
"We all have lows and they aren't good but you will push through I know you will"
'It's hard'
"Who did you betray and how did you betray them?" She purses her tight lips together.
'No one you need to know..'
"Robyn.." She sighs putting her notes away. Her hand reaches for the hand with the pen in it. She loosely holds my hand, I flinch away from her touch.
"How do you expect to get any better if you won't let anyone in to help" She says sternly.
I shrug my shoulders to reply.
"You can't bottle everything up, you need to find someone you trust and tell them what's going through your precious head to make you so sad"
Trust. I can't trust. I don't trust. I forgot how to trust.
I lost the ability to trust after Maia. It doesn't sound that bad about her death to anyone else.
For me the pain was unbearable. It was the only thing that made me want to wake up the next morning and now I wish I wouldn't wake up at all.
To think I wasn't enough for her. I thought she was my friend. She left me. She took me with her.
It's been over a year and I still can't get over the fact that she ended her own life. I mean she has a perfect life pretty much.
A tear slips down my cheek. I quilt wipe away the delicate tear, hopping she didn't see.
"You are going to get through this and be happier than ever before it's just going to take time okay?" She softly smiles as she writes something down.
"Here is my prescription for you" She hands me a small piece of paper on it.
'Smile and try to be happy because you might like it :)'
I fold the paper up before leaving her office.
"Hey your Robyn Anderson aye?" The pretty girl behind the desk asks. I nod slowly.
"My mum is your therapist and I just wanted to say if you ever need a friend I'm here always" She writes down her number on a small, scrunched up piece of paper.
"Thanks" I smile softly, "I'm Hayley by the way!" She shouts as I walk out the glass door.
As I walk out the door mum is coming towards me. "Hi Hun you can go wait in the car Dr Smith wants to talk to me" She smiles as she hands me her keys. Dr smith wants to see mum? What's that about? I'm scared.
*Sharon's POV (Robyn's Mum)*
I walk into the small waiting room after passing Robyn. She looked so pale and fragile it hurts every time I see her like this.
"Ms Anderson?" Dr smith calls as she smiles at me. We walk down to her office my heels clicking against the wooden floor.
"Take seat" She motions to the empty seat in the centre of the room. "I presume you know what this is about?" Dr smith asks, I shake my head sadly. I feel like such a crap mother.
"Well I'm worried about Robyn as I presume you are as well". You have no idea. I have gone so many nights sleepless hoping she would be okay. Hoping she would let me help her. Hoping she would still be there.
"She's not making any progress" She sighs.
"Has she been any better at home?"
"No" I sadly sigh.
"Okay. So it's up to Robyn if she wants to get better she needs to open up" We sort out a plan to help my baby girl.
She was my baby girl. I don't know who she is anymore.
I'm trying. I'm trying really hard to be supportive and understanding. But she won't say more than 5 words.
I quickly rush to the bathroom after excusing myself from Dr Smith's office.
I rush into a stall and lock the door. I burst into tears. It's so hard. It's heart breaking.
"Please someone help my baby girl" I cry.
(A/N)
Hey guys sorry for the short chapter and haven't updated in a while I've had writers block ahh! Thank you all so much for reading it means a lot so seriously thank you all. Vote and comment any ideas or something. Don't forget follow me on Twitter @lovingluke1 Message me guys I love hearing from you! As always all the love ❤️❤️
