My Heart Beats Because Of You.

Millie's POV

''Have you ever felt upset or alone? Possibly depressed?'' My therapist asks. ''No.'' I reply. Trying to act as cool as possible. ''Come on Millie. I can't help unless you let me. Tell me about before you sleep.'' She says. What a bitch. Why can't she just see that I don't want to tell her? ''I brush my teeth. Then I sleep. Can I leave now?'' I say, trying to hint that I'm pissed. This is the relationship between me and my therapist now. She asking questions and me putting them off. I try to tell Dad that there's no point because I won't tell her. But this is his last resort at getting through to me. ''Millie you can't act like I don't know what's going on in your mind. I want to help you.'' She sounds disappointed. I guess that's the effect I have on people. I grab my bag and I slowly go to the door. ''I have to go. I've got a headache.''  That's the only excuse I can come up with that sounds believable. I open the door and enter the office where the receptionist greets me with a simple smile. ''Everything 'right love?'' she says casually while filing her nails and chewing her gum. Even though I detest her with a passion but she's the only one who seems to understand when to shut up. ''Of course.'' I say. Acting smiley and cheerful. She smiles at me and I leave the office.