The voices in my head

Chapter 4

I trudge into school the next day.
Just like everyday laughter and whispers surround me.
"Did you see her yesterday it was so funny"
" yes especially when she fainted"
I walked faster down the corridor to my locker and rushed to first period.
"Grace your mums in the front office, you have an appointment"
I nod my head and go straight to the office. There my mum sat with a smile on her face. This can't be good.

"Go to the car Grace I'll meet you there."
I hop down the school steps and wait outside the car.
"What's going on I have nothing on today?" I question
"Get in the car Grace I'll tell you then."
I sigh and open up the passenger door, sliding into the seat and putting on my seatbelt.
"Now?"

"Sweetie, your father and I think it will be good if you go to a physiologist to talk about..." I zoomed out from there.
Does she honestly not care enough to figure it out on her own that she needs someone else to do it for her?

"No, I won't do it"
"You don't have a choice"
"You think I'm that messed up you have to figure it out by someone else? Because I'm not little miss perfect like Allison?!"
"Sweetie I-"
"Save it" I say emotionless.
Tears fall from my eyes the whole way there. How? Why? I thought she would try, at least of tried to hear me out.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car and slam the door behind me.
As we walk up to the building mum tries to make small talk but I didn't even listen.

The office lady walked me up to another office were a women was sitting on the chair waiting for me.
"Hi there, I'm Mrs trace I'm here to help you" the lady says with a cheerful smile.
"If your here to help let me go"
her smile fell "I'm afraid that can't happen" she said sympathetically.
"Why don't you sit down?"
"Okay" I mutter under my breath and walk over to the red lounge and sit down.
"Grace what's going on? How are you feeling?" Anger surges through me I can't do this. I won't.
"Nothing that concerns you" I retaliate back. I know I shouldn't be so selfish or rude to her. It's not her fault I whisper to myself. Trying to contain my emotions.