Mostly Silent... (1D)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

It's been two days after the freakout event I had. After we cleaned up the room I didn't feel the same, I felt weird. Louis wore a sad face along with the other boys as they looked at me. But Lou's look made me feel heartbroken-he just looked and felt so guilty about it, the whole thing. You could tell by just looking into his weary eyes.

Louis refused to let me sleep alone, afraid that I might do something. Mostly because I haven't said a word since the event. I feel to depressed to speak anyway. But I think he really just wants to be by me when I do decide to talk to him.

Just yesterday the boys got Eleanor to come over and get me to talk. But all I did was shrug and shake my head. Then when she still couldn't get anything out of me she went back down stairs to tell the boys. I sat on the stairs eavesdropping on their conversation.

"She doesn't really want to talk right now, I guess. I think she needs time, or professional help." El suggested, I took in a deep breathe. "But guys, go easy on her...I think she feels stressed and maybe depressed." Goodness, if only they knew.

That was just yesterday.

But today when Louis woke me up, he said I had to get ready. I didn't even have to question-I knew why. I knew that they were taking me to get professional help. I didn't fight or get mad at them about it ether, I just decided to go and make them happy. I don't know maybe El's idea might work.

~•~

As we climbed out of the car and made our way to this big building I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and my head pointed down.

"You ok?" Louis came up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. I nodded looking up at him then back at the ground.

But the thing is that I'm not sure if I am "okay". I felt fine at the moment, a little nervous about this but fine.

But then again, what is the definition of "ok"?

Being "all right; proceeding normally; satisfactory or under control." that's what okay is?

Well if I can say so myself, I'm NOT "all right" or "proceeding normally". I'm not usually like this and have not done anything like my crazy event the other night before. Also I'm not acting "satifactory or under control." Im acting terrible and NOT under control. I totally went on an rampage and couldn't even register what I did till it was done! That's not what being "under control" is at all!

~•~

I'm now sat in this room full of baby toys, colorful decorations, and arts an crafts. There's a lady across from me in a purple flowery dress, roundish. She is probably in her 30s, has dark brown hair and brown eyes. Glasses sit on the bridge of her nose.

"Now Sidney, my names Mrs. Dory, and here you can express yourself and tell me anything. No one else has to hear. You don't even have to tell anyone else, it can just be our little secret." Mrs. Dory began to talk on and on about what she was going to do and blah, blah, blah.

I examined the room once more; looking at the chairs we sat in. Each a small plastic school chair-very uncomfortable. Her chair looks a little too small for her, though, as it looks like she has only half of each cheek on it. Then I look around on the walls. Children drawings and paintings are pinned around; sloppy and messy art works from kids in kindergarten or 1st grade. Good I guess for little kids but-I'm no little kid!

Then on a wall to my right, I see what looks like a big mirror. I can see my reflection in it but then I wonder 'why so big of a mirror?' My mind flashes to one of those CSI shows were the mirror is actually a window and people are watching from the inside.

"Sidney, Sidney!" Mrs. Dory gets my attention back, snapping her finger in my face. I look at her in a annoyed tone like 'what do you want?!' She just smiles really big and folds her hands and puts them in her lap.

"Like I was saying; Do you feel angry at home?" I shook my head then looked at the supposedly "mirror".

Liam's view

We were sat on the other side of the window-which looks like a mirror on the other side. But I don't think Sidney is tricked by it. Also we can see and hear everything that is going on inside.

"Do you feel happy at home?" Mrs. Dory the counselor asked Sidney. Sidney shrugged but never looked away from the window-as if she knew we were on the other side.

"Oh, do you feel safe at home?" Mrs. Dory continued, Sidney nodded then slouched down in her chair, annoyed and bored. "Can you use theses dolls to show me how you feel?" Mrs. Dory held up two Barbie dolls. Sidney rolled her eyes in an annoyed tone before reaching in her pocket and pulling out her phone.

"Sorry sweetie, your not aloud to have that in here" Mrs. Dory spoke. But Sidney ignored her and typed something into her phone. Suddenly Louis got a text.

"It's from Sidney?" Louis said pulling out his phone. We were all kinda confused. "She said I'm not a child" Louis slightly grinned looking up and through the window at Sidney, who was staring right back at us like she could see us.

"But how does she know about the...?" Niall trailed off surprised.

"She's smart, mature, and definitely not a child." Zayn chuckled.

Wow, she's good, very good!

Sidney's view

What was this lady thinking; that I'm some child who throws tantrums all the time and plays with barbies? No, I'm not 7, and I've probably been through more than she has! She must think this is just a big joke!

"Sorry Sidney, we didn't realize she worked with mostly toddlers." Louis spoke as we were driving back to the house. "We'll get you a real counselor later" he sighed, I nodded.

"Wait Sidney, how'd you know about the one way window thing?!" Niall asked looking at me like I had superpowers. I shrugged giving him a small smile. He chuckled then Harry started talking about how the lady was talking to me like I was 3. I nodded thinking the same.

As we got home Harry made some spaghetti for lunch and Louis found another counselor; who wasn't for little kids. Then I sat in my room listening to music till four; when the next counseling appointment was. Hopefully this one is better than the last.

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Sorry this chapter was really short...but I hope you liked it.

Thanks for all being my "Faces" haha!! XD its sounds funny now!

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#4CONFESSION

I always thought that having a counselor or therapist would be fun. Like you could always have someone to talk to about everything and they wouldn't judge you and they could give you real advice. Being me, the quiet and shy one, I think I could of really used one when I was younger.