Inadequate Without You

Chapter (3)

        The following morning was as annoying and tiring as a morning can get. My mom woke me up at nine am sharp and ordered me to get ready, I knew the authoritve tone of hers had something to do with the fact that she noticed it worked on me yesterday. I just gave her another eye roll and slipped on a pair of sweats and a school shirt I found on the floor of my closet. 

I waited downstairs for my mom in silence. I wasn't in the mood for breakfast and my mom caught onto that because she didn't force me to eat anything as per usual, and instead motioned for me to follow her to the car. 

I had to count to ten and hold my breath for a few seconds before I was able to follow her, it made me angry that I was being forced to go talk to this lady about my feelings and than have her tell me how I am feeling. Honestly I saw no point in it, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I swore to myself that I wouldn't say a word to the counselor until she finallys asks me to leave. It was the best option and I wouldn't be forced into going again, because I wouldn't be wanted. I was really counting on my plan to work. 

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 "So you still feel grief towards your sister, correct?" The brown-haired counselor, sitting across from me at her desk, with an open laptop directly in front her and a tender expression masking her face, asked.

I took a deep breath, if she was thinking she was going to get an answer from me she was most definitely wrong. It was the third time she asked me that question and we've only been sitting with each other for ten minutes. I didn't understand why she thought I was going to answer this time.

"Honey, I need you to speak to me." she gave me a warm smile, one she probably thought would get me to ease up to her. Well she was wrong.

Wasn't she a counselor? Shouldn't she be able to understand the feelings of others? Then why couldn't she get the hint that I didn't want to be speaking with her.

 "There's really nothing to say. I'm fine. So will you please call my mom and ask her to come and get me." I forced a smile.

She shook her head, "The first step to dealing with a loss is always denial, are you still hung up on that stage? Has it sunk in that Megan is dead?" 

She said it all so bluntly that I was really starting to question where she got her degree and if she was even certified. 

"Megan is dead. She jumped off a cliff, hit her head and that was the end of her. See I know that my sister isn't here." I snapped at her. 

Was she trying to imply that I was seeing things? 

"Sounds to me like you have all that memorized." she concluded, "Tell me Karla, when was the last time you spoke with your friends? Or anyone beside your intermediate family?" 

I actually thought about that question before I subconsciously spoke. 

"This guy, I spoke with him yesterday."

"What's his name?" She shoved her glasses a little higher up her nose, as she continued to type frantically on her laptop. 

"I don't know, and it doesn't matter. It was a brief encounter anyway. Can I please go now?"

She let out a sigh," I'm supposed to make you feel better."

"I sure hope you're not delusional enough to actually think you're making me feel any better," I retorted.

To my surprise, she chuckled. She literally just took her glasses off and started laughing. How did anyone trust this lady with their feelings? She was really starting to creep me out. 

"What are your hobbies, Karla?" she asked, completely ignoring my previous statement. 

"I don't have any," I replied.

"You sure? It says here," she pointed at her screen, which I couldn't even see. "That you love reading and writing and that you were part of your debate team last year." 

I didn't even bother asking her where she got that information from, it was quite obvious it was from my mom. 

"Yeah exactly, last year." I was now tapping my fingers on the edge of my chair, impatiently. How long did these sessions usually last?

"Have you changed since Megans' death? she asked, again with the bluntness. 

"What do you think?" I refrained from rolling my eyes, although I really didn't care if she thought I was rude.

"I'm here to hear what you think, not the other way around."

If this lady doesn't stop being so annoying I might as well start with the eye rolling now, because I sure as hell won't be able to hold back much longer. 

"I think we're done here," I jerked my finger between us in an annoyed matter, really hoping she'd get a hint. 

She sighed in defeat, "I presume we can continue this talk next week," 

I smiled, "Yes, of course." I said sarcastically. 

But like always, she only heard what she wanted and beamed at me in joy. 

"Well, thank you for your time." She said and got up, leading me to her door. 

I guess I wasn't the only way that was done with our talk. 

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My mom didn't say anything on the way home. I assumed it was because she thought I had done neough talking with the counselor. I smirked, boy was she in for a surprise. 

"Karla," she finally spoke, much to my disappointment. "Your father and I were thinking," she paused, her eyes still glued on the road.

This definitely wasn't going to end well. 

"That you should get a job, and before you say anything I figured you might want to hear that if you get a job and keep it up till school we won't make you go to the counselor anymore," 

She was bribing me and it wasn't working, okay so maybe it kind of sounded lika good offer. With the counselor I would probably keep going to her every week for months, but this job just for three week. Definitely sounded good to me, but I couldn't let her know she won that easily. 

"There's this small bakery I heard was hiring, it's in the mall so shouldn't be that much of a long drive." she kept on talking. 

"Depends, how many days a week do I have to work?" 

"It's up to your manager, why don't we head down there now?" She asked, but as she turned off the engine and I realized where we were I groaned. 

We were at the mall, we were heading to the mall the whole time. So I technically didn't even have a choice. Wow, so much for giving me the choice. 

I didn't say anything to my mom as she led me to the small bakery. I had nothing to say to her, she lied to me and she was yet again forcing me to do something I didn't want to do. We finally made it and the smell of baked goods aroused me. 

The shop bell rang as we headed inside, the smell relaxing me more and more by the second. I let my mom go to the front and speak with a couple of people while I walked around the shop, familiarizing myself with it. 

"Karla, come meet the manager," my mom called to me. 

I trudged towards her quite annoyed. 

"Great," I groaned, as I realized who my manager was going to be. 

It was him, the guy that tried drowning himself. 

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I admit this chapter was a little hard to write.

I really hope you enjoyed it though, and please leave me any comment down below they really really make my day.