Chapter One - My Therapist Has No Face. Riley's POV.

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A/N - Hey, sorry they are short. They are just the introduction. Ms. Ray's office is in Riley's living room. She just can't comprehend that. You guys will see why later. 

I see Ms. Ray twice a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have been for about a year. Each time I go into her office, sit on the orange chair, look at the walls which are filled with paintings and photographs of her family and awards that are framed, and wait for her to ask me questions. The questions vary from anything. Sometimes I feel like she stalks me because she always asks questions about my life before I tell her they happened.

"So your mom left yesterday, how does that make you feel?" She asked me the first day I came in. I pick at the arm of the chair. I didn't tell her she left. I hadn't even talked since I got in here.

"Upset, I guess. I kind of wish she would have taken me with her. Then I wouldn't be here." I mumble.

"Okay. And how did your father react?" Her head tilts up and I look at her for the first time. Her face is... Well, it isn't there. She has no mouth. No eyes. No nose. No ears. Just white. She has really long hair, but her face is just white. How does she talk? Oh well. Ignore it.

"He won't leave his bedroom." I replied, nervously.

"Should I go get him?" She starts to get up off of my couch and I jump up and grab her arm.

"No. It's okay. I can ask him to come out." I walk down the hall into my dad's bedroom. I open the door slightly and look in. Dad is lying on his bed, face in his pillow.

"Dad?" I called. "Dad?" He hasn't answered so I walk slowly over to his bed and sit down. I watch as my weight makes a tiny indent in his neatly made bed. I look at the lump next to me. I shake him.

"Ms. Ray wants to see you." He looks up.

"Who is that?" He rubs his eyes and sits slowly.

"My therapist?" Hasn't he heard of Ms. Ray? Or was mom the one that hired her?

I lead him out to the living room and we sit there.

"So where is she?"

"She is right there." I point to her on the couch.

"I don't see her." Is dad okay?



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