Voices (A Sawyer Fredericks Fanfic)[sequel to A Gentle Touch]

Chapter Two

One Month Later

Sawyer's POV

I had won The Voice! I couldn't believe it. After I had won it had been total chaos. Interviews, appearances, and I just got finished with Summer Jam yesterday! Violet had been right by my side the entire time. As happy as I was that I had won The Voice, and getting so much support, I couldn't shake the depression. I still wanted to cut, even though I was happy. So did Violet. Today we would both be seeing a therapist together. My mom had just signed the consent forms and we were in the waiting room. We saw this therapist two weeks ago. That's when we figured out what needed to be done. Today was just talking about life. Feelings. Everything else. After a few minutes the therapist came out and led Violet and I back. Violet had gotten her cast off and made a full recovery so she was as good as new! Our therapists name was Dr. Holland. The room we talked in was small. Three chairs. A shelf with books, and a shelf with toys. She had explained that some littler kids wouldn't talk unless they played. That was the reasoning. I could see it. Lots of slinky's and blocks, and puzzles, and card games, and dolls. I sat down in front of the shelf with books and Violet across from me. Today we would be getting down to business. We had taken evaluation tests and today she would be telling us things and vice versa. She started with Violet.

"Well Violet, it looks like your mental state is good for the most part! I no longer have to classify you in so much. Only Anxiety, Depression, Night Terrors, and-" she hesitated, "PTSD." 

Violet nodded.

"As for you Sawyer," She said, turning to me, "You've never been diagnosed with anything like this so I can't diagnose anything right away. You are definitely depressed based on what I've seen and heard. Now I know everything that's happened to the both of you. What's happened since the other week?"

I said nothing.

"Sawyer played at Summed Jam yesterday! He was amazing! So many fans wanted his picture and his autograph!" Violet stated.

"Ooh. That sounds exciting! Can you tell me what that is?" Dr. Holland asked.

I looked down and again said nothing. Violet sighed.

"It's a radio show." She said quieter than before.

"So how have you two been feeling lately? Sleep wise, social wise..."

I kept quiet.

"I've had much less nightmares than before! Only four since I saw you last! And I've made so many friends on Twitter with some of Sawyer's fans!" Violet said excitedly.

"And what about you Sawyer?"

Violet looked at me hoping I'd answer Dr. Holland but I just shut my eyes. When she saw that I did that she scooted over and put her hand on my shoulder as the Doctor watched everything unfold.

Violet looked at me straight in the eyes and uttered the two words I wanted to hear the least.

"Tell her."

That was it for me. The tears just started cascading out of my eyes. I couldn't control it.

"Sawyer..." Violet cooed.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, burying my face into my hands.

Dr. Holland scooted closer after grabbing a pillow off of the toy shelf. She handed it to me and told me to hug or punch or do whatever with it. I just held it tight to my chest and cried.

Violet was rubbing my back while Dr. Holland was trying to control my breathing to calm me down.

"In for five seconds..... Hold for five seconds..... Release for five seconds..... Repeat." She whispered in my ear on loop.