The room had no windows. And I never understood why anyone would construct a room with no windows. The air was musty and it was hard to breathe. I wondered how people could even come into this room and feel comfortable. There was no escape in the room and I squirmed in my place. It was unbearable. It was a pretty spacious room but it felt like the walls were closing in.
I could hear Dr Martin's voice in my head, telling me that it must be because of my claustrophobia issues.
There was a black bookshelf filled to the brim with books I've never seen before and a desk beside it, with a computer, a table lamp, a few files and an office chair. A wooden coffee table with a few magazines stacked on top of it was in between a long white couch and a black chair. Two cups of coffee was placed at each ends of the table. I stared at my plain white mug and studied the handle. It had little embroideries on it. Those you'd see engraved on the buildings in Paris. It was pretty for such a simple mug. Too bad pretty things are the most fragile.
" So how have you been?" A voice brought me out of my daze and I faced the woman who was sitting on the black chair, across from me.
" You're kidding me right?" I felt myself flaring up. Stupid and redundant questions never failed to test my patience.
" Mia, if you want to recover, you got to give this a shot." Brenda said, not even slightly faced by my tone.
" I don't like you." I spat out.
" We can get another therapist for you."
" How about letting me go home and not coming here ever again? Oh and a tip: get some windows." I rolled my eyes.
" Alright then. Let's start with some basic introductory. I'd like to know you more." She gave me a small smile.
" Well there's not much to me. I tried to kill myself thrice and failed so now I'm here seeking 'help' because I'm a depressed and suicidal kid. Happy?" I snapped.
Her calm demeanor faded and I could see her jump in her seat at my words. That gave me a little sense of satisfaction.
" Family wise?" She looked at the questions she had written on her notebook.
" Dysfunctional."
" Okay. So how's school?" She asked.
" Boring. I don't really attend much of it anyway."
" Then what do you do? Any hobbies."
" Reading, smoking and drinking coffee." I tilted my head to the side and studied her. She was sporting her tight French bun and she looked prettier than she did when I first saw her. I looked at her hand. No ring. " You're not married." I thought out loud.
" Yes." She glanced up from her notebook that she had been scribbling in, probably about how uncooperative I was, " Do you always observe people like that?"
" Says a lot about them."
" Interesting. Anything else to add on?"
" You're rich no doubt." I pointed to her Hermes bracelet she was wearing. " And you bit your lip a lot." Her lips were chapped and I could see teeth marks even though it was coated with red lipstick.
" You're quite the observer. Now tell me more about your friends." She said.
" They're nice." I said bluntly. I wasn't willing to let this stranger know anything about me.
" I need a little more description, Mia. Like names." She pressed on.
" Ashton and Javier." I hadn't talked to Javier as much as I did before ever since the incident at the hospital. I had been ignoring his calls and texts – I didn't know how I should face him.
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At Midnight
Teen FictionMia Roden was the definition of loner. She had no friends at all and everyone in school treated her like she was invisible. No one paid any attention to her. But what happens when the new kid next-door decided to start a conversation with the undou...