A Story Of A Not So Average Girl

Chapter 4: in which I meet georgie

Georgie I don't know why you're making me write this you were there for all of this... Anyway...

"Now I know they said you were quite what's the word...."
"Insane?" I jump in
"I was going to say guarding... yes they said you were guarding but calm down I don't mean to disturb you! Besides you aren't insane Alexis you've just been through a lot"
Her voice is so soft and flowing it makes you want to fall asleep, she almost floats over to me she moves that quickly and softly she sits on the chair facing me and gets out her notebook... Here we go again "look,I know what you're going to do.." I state in my most practiced patronizing voice "you're going to sit there and ask me stupid questions like why do you feel the need to self harm or are there any specific triggers to make you want to do this to yourself when in all honesty I have no idea that's your job although all the therapists in the past didn't think about that so why should you..." She just sat, stared at me, jotted something in her notebook and say back up to stare at me again.

"Well you seem to know your stuff.. but I regret to inform you that that was not at all want I was going to do!" Wait what? Not what she was going to do? But that's what the other 4 have all done? Maybe she's different maybe she gets what I feel like?

Okay Alex I know you hate therapists but this one is different okay? We can do this... "So how are you going to do things?"
I catch her eyes and she looks confident and almost smug.

"First I thought we could maybe get to know each other a little??" I nod hesitantly "good well okay then I am georgie and I am your therapist as you know but I don't want you to treat me like a therapist I want to be treated like a friend! That means I am here to talk about anything may it be help with fashion, boy trouble, your fave band just brought out a new song, anything! Here is my number and my Facebook so add me and we can talk whenever! That's all I really wanted to say today but I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

I sit in silence looking at the piece of paper with her name, Georgia Jayne Matthews, and her number, 07413969783, scrawled across it as she strides out of the room. What just happened?