Psych | C.H. AU

Part 7

A/N: So like chapter 4 was, the session happens in the middle/end of this chapter. Like before I will also put a little break and you can choose to read the session then and come back or just read them like normal. Also I think this one is a bit shorter than usual.

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My body was relaxed as I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. The blankets had been kicked to the bottom of the bed while I slept, my body too warm to handle the covers. I tried to keep my mind blank, but of course my impending trial was constantly in my thoughts.

I struggled with the idea of knowing exactly what had happened that night and even though Doctor Gram made it seem like it was a good thing to know, I still felt odd. Should I be proud? I protected someone from being sexually assaulted, but I got carried away and now I wondered if I deserved to go to jail for what I had done.

I rolled over on my side and reached for my phone on the side table next to my bed. It was almost 11:30 in the morning. I sighed, wondering how I always managed to sleep in so late. It's not like I ever slept well.

My bare feet padded down the stairs and I yawned as I entered the kitchen. I searched around the room to see no one in sight. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I turned around in the doorway and angled myself so I could see into the living room. No one was there either.

"Mom?" I called lazily, but when I saw a note on the counter I realized that I was entirely alone.

I smiled down at the note, happy with the fact that I had the morning to myself before I had to go to my next session. My thoughts immediately went to Skyler as I pulled a cereal box down from the top cabinet. She had only texted me a few times since I had dropped her off at her friend's apartment. I felt needy. I was always the first to text her and when she actually got back to me it was barely even a reply. Had I unintentionally done something wrong? I didn't know, but I hoped to clear it up when I saw her at the hospital this afternoon.

I sat on the counter by the sink, not bothering to sit at the table as I eat my food. I eyed the coffee maker every so often impatiently waiting for it to be ready. If I ever needed one thing in the morning, it was coffee.

The cushions on the couch shifted as I rolled onto my back and stared up at my phone screen. I read out the text one more time, Skyler saying she had some errands to run before session so she wouldn't need a ride to the hospital. I grunted as I typed a short reply, not happy with the fact that it seemed as though she was trying to avoid me. It was my fault though. I shouldn't have told her she was beautiful the way I had the week before. She must think I'm some lovesick puppy pining for attention. But I wasn't, or at least that's what I told myself.

Time ticked by at a glacial pace as I let myself drift in and out of sleep, the tv creating the perfect background noise. But no matter how hard I tried as soon as my brain began to shut down the yells of people and the boy's I had beaten rip through my brain.

I sat up quickly and rubbed my palms against my eyes. I couldn't even get a good nap in without being shaken from that night. I could only assume that it would be like this for the rest of my life. The guilt was always going to be there.

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My eyes scanned over the surprisingly vacant parking lot of the psychiatric hospital and I quickly got out the car, yelling toward the girl I couldn't seem to get off my mind as she walked across the pavement.

"Sky!" Her head whipped in my direction as I slammed my door shut and locked the car before I moved toward her.

"Hey," She spoke quietly. She seemed almost shy and it was a contrast to her normal attitude.